'Not the slightest,' she replied. 'And you didn't know she was going away?' 'I had no more idea of it than you had.' 'That night,' I said hesitatingly, 'when Mr. Glover was at your house----' 'Oh,' she interrupted in a sharp tone, Mr. Glover! Well, what night?' 'A little while ago, when Jessie was there, and I was not. Did he pay her great attention?' 'Of course he did.' 'Did he seem fond of her?' 'It wouldn't have been natural otherwise,' she replied, with a suspicious look at me. 'Of course he seemed fond of her. Anything more?' 'No,' I said, with a sigh; 'that's all.' I kissed my mother, and left the room. Her loving eyes followed me to the door. CHAPTER XXXVII. TURK MAKES A CONFESSION. I found Turk at his sister's house. He jumped up at once on my proposing that he should take a walk with me. 'I am glad of the opportunity, Chris, my boy,' he said; 'for I want to talk to you.' I answered, in as lively a tone as I could command, that I was at his service. 'Like a true friend as you are. The subject I want to talk about is spelt with four letters--s-e-l-f. Such a subject needs no overture; up with the curtain, then. I start with a self-evident proposition. A man must live. What do you say to that?' I had nothing to say in contradiction. 'Very well, then. To live, one must have money; to have money (barring the silver spoon), one must work for it. Granted?' 'Granted,' I assented listlessly. He looked at me in surprise at my despondent tone. 'Ah,' he said, 'there's more in that than meets the eye.' 'More in what, Turk? In your proposition?' 'No, Chris, my boy. In your face. You are in trouble.' 'I am, Turk; in the deepest, most terrible trouble. I am utterly, utterly wretched. I have nothing in the world worth living for.' 'It's bad when it comes to that,' he said, with an expression of deep concern. 'Money?' 'No, Turk.' 'Heart?' My silence was a sufficient answer. Is the trouble of such a nature that it may be confided to a friend--to a friend with a kindred soul, Chris, my boy?' 'I will tell you about it presently, Turk. Go on with your own story first.'