He carried conviction into a mind not yet all destroyed by effeminacy and
indulgence of the emotions. Something of the iron of his own brain got
into the brain of the young man, who came to his feet trembling a little,
and said: "I don't mind it so much, if you only stick to me,
Vandewaters."

A smile flickered about the corners of Vandewaters's mouth.

"Take a little more whiskey," he said; "then get into bed, and go to
sleep. No nonsense, remember; go to sleep. To-morrow morning we will
talk. And see here, my boy,"--he caught him by both arms and fastened his
eyes,--"you have had a lesson: learn it backwards. Good night."

Next morning Mr. Vandewaters was early in the grounds. He chatted with
the gardener, and discussed the merits of the horses with the groom,
apparently at peace with the world. Yet he was watching vigilantly the
carriage-drive from the public-road. Just before breakfast-time a
telegraph messenger appeared. Vandewaters was standing with Sir Duke
Lawless when the message was handed to him. He read it, put it into his
pocket, and went on talking. Presently he said: "My agent is coming from
town this morning, Sir Duke. I may have to leave to-night." Then he
turned, and went to his room.

Lady Lawless had heard his last words.

"What about your ranche in Colorado, Duke?"

"About as sure, I fancy, as your millionaire for Gracia."