"What could you expect?" mumbled Droom. "Down in your heart you
wanted to see him. I've done you a kindness."

"For which I'll repay you some day," cried the prisoner, a steady
look in his eyes. "Now go away, all of you! I'm through with you.
You've seen me. The girl is satisfied. Go--"

"Nonsense, father," cried Graydon, visibly distressed by his father's
anguish. "Elias said that you wanted to see us. Jane did not come
out of curiosity. She is here to ask justice of you; she's not
seeking vengeance."

"I'll talk to you alone," said the prisoner shortly. "Send her
away. I've nothing to say to her or Droom."

Jane turned and walked swiftly away, followed by Droom, who rubbed
his long fingers together and tried to look sympathetic. The interview
that ensued between father and son was never to be forgotten by
either. Graydon heard his father's bitter story in awed silence;
heard him curse deeply and vindictively; heard all this and marvelled
at the new and heretofore unexposed side of his nature.

There was something pathetic in the haggard face and the expressions
of impotent rage. His heart softened when his father bared his
shame to him and cried out against the fate which had brought them
together on this day.

"It doesn't matter, father," said Graydon hoarsely. "I deserted
you and I'm sorry. No matter what you've done to bring you here,