"No, boy, I am glad you think so. It is something, however, to have

proved one's friend, for a real good friend he is. It was he who brought

it in, though Clara sent him. But this other money will be enough to

cover everything, and it is all my own."

"Your own? Where did you get it, dad?"

"Tut, tut! See what it is to have a City man to deal with. It is my own,

and fairly earned, and that is enough."

"Dear old dad!" Harold squeezed his gnarled hand. "And you, mother!

You have lifted the trouble from my heart. I feel another man. You have

saved my honor, my good name, everything. I cannot owe you more, for I

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owe you everything already."

So while the autumn sunset shone ruddily through the broad window these

three sat together hand in hand, with hearts which were too full to

speak. Suddenly the soft thudding of tennis balls was heard, and Mrs.

Westmacott bounded into view upon the lawn with brandished racket and

short skirts fluttering in the breeze. The sight came as a relief to

their strained nerves, and they burst all three into a hearty fit of

laughter.

"She is playing with her nephew," said Harold at last. "The Walkers have

not come out yet. I think that it would be well if you were to give me

that cheque, mother, and I were to return it in person."

"Certainly, Harold. I think it would be very nice."

He went in through the garden. Clara and the Doctor were sitting

together in the dining-room. She sprang to her feet at the sight of him.

"Oh, Harold, I have been waiting for you so impatiently," she cried; "I

saw you pass the front windows half an hour ago. I would have come in if

I dared. Do tell us what has happened."

"I have come in to thank you both. How can I repay you for your

kindness? Here is your cheque, Doctor. I have not needed it. I find that

I can lay my hands on enough to pay my creditors."

"Thank God!" said Clara fervently.

"The sum is less than I thought, and our resources considerably more. We

have been able to do it with ease."

"With ease!" The Doctor's brow clouded and his manner grew cold. "I

think, Harold, that you would do better to take this money of mine, than

to use that which seems to you to be gained with ease."




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