"I think you might accept it, old chap," Scott made pacific rejoinder. Eustace turned back to the table, and began to put his papers together. "I might do many things," he observed, "which, not being a weak-kneed fool, I don't. If you really wish to make your peace with me, you had better do your best to make amends--to pull with me and not against me. For I warn you, Stumpy, you went too far last night. And it is not the first time." He paused, as if he expected a disclaimer. Scott waited a second or two; then with a very winning movement he bent and laid his arm across his brother's shoulders. "Try and bear with me, dear chap!" he said. His voice was not wholly steady. There was entreaty in his action. Eustace made a sharp gesture of surprise, but he did not repel him. There fell a brief silence between them; then Scott's hand came gently down and closed upon his brother's. "Life isn't so confoundedly easy at the best of times," he said, speaking almost under his breath. "I'm generally philosopher enough to take it as it comes. But just lately--" he broke off. "Let it be _pax,_ Eustace!" he urged in a whisper. Eustace's hand remained for a moment or two stiffly unresponsive; then very suddenly it closed and held. "What's the matter with you?" he said gruffly. "Oh, I'm a fool, that's all," Scott answered, and uttered a shaky laugh. "Never mind! Forget it like a dear fellow! God knows I don't want to pull against you; but, old chap, we must go slow." It was the conclusion that events had forced upon Eustace himself during the night, but he chafed against acknowledging it. "There's no sense in drifting on in the same old hopeless way for ever," he said. "We have got to make a stand; and it's now or never." "I know. But we must have patience a bit longer. There is a change coming. I am certain of it. But--last night has thrown her back." Scott spoke with melancholy conviction. "You gave her the draught?" Eustace asked sharply. "I gave her a sedative only; but it took no effect. In the middle of the morning she was still in the same unsatisfactory state, and I gave her a second sedative. After that she fell asleep, but it was not a very easy sleep for a long time. This afternoon I saw Biddy for a moment, and she told me she seemed much more comfortable. The poor old thing looked tired out, and I told her to get a rest herself. She said she would lie down in the room. If it hadn't been for this concert business, I would have relieved her. But they couldn't muster anyone to take my place. I am just going up now to see how she is getting on." Scott straightened himself slowly, with a movement that was unconsciously very weary. Eustace gave him a keen glance. "You're wearing yourself out over her, Stumpy," he said.