brother the responsibility would be on them. There's neither."

"But didn't you tell Harrie--that--that--"

"I did. And the language I used was not learned in a kindergarten.
Among other things I told him was that if he-- Oh, it's no use going
into that. It's easy to say what you'll do, but it isn't easy to
show your brother up as--as everything one's brother shouldn't be."

For a moment or two Selwyn continued his restless walking up and down
the room, in his face no masking of the pain and weariness of spirit
that were possessing him. To no one else would he speak so frankly
of a family affair, and I wanted much to help him, but how? What was
it he wanted me to do? I could not see where I came in to do
anything.

"Is Harrie very much in love?" Such questioning was consciously
silly, but something had to be said. "Do you think he really loves
the girl?"

"No, I don't. He says he does, of course, but he doesn't love
anything but himself. Making love is a habit with him. Our girls
know how to take the sort of stuff he talks; rather expect it, but
this little creature is obviously a literalist. I imagine Harrie
hardly remembers how it happened. He probably was surprised to find
himself engaged. However, he's determined to go through with it. A
million-dollar mother-in-law has a good deal in her favor. But
something is the matter with the boy. He's not himself."

"Didn't he go away about a year ago, and stay some time? If he could