disarrange me. I live for myself and for the greater houses that
shall come after me. Yet in me neither the cry of money nor the
cry for money shall ever be heard."

Mr. Pembroke was at the station. He did better as a host than as
a guest, and welcomed the young man with real friendliness.

"We were all coming, but Gerald has strained his ankle slightly,
and wants to keep quiet, as he is playing next week in a match.
And, needless to say, that explains the absence of my sister."

"Gerald Dawes?"

"Yes; he's with us. I'm so glad you'll meet again."

"So am I," said Rickie with extreme awkwardness. "Does he
remember me?"

"Vividly."

Vivid also was Rickie's remembrance of him.

"A splendid fellow," asserted Mr. Pembroke.

"I hope that Agnes is well."

"Thank you, yes; she is well. And I think you're looking more
like other people yourself."

"I've been having a very good time with a friend."