"Don't pay compliments, sir--society compliments. We are out of all society. I've kept my daughter out of it. Only a tradesman." "Lord Gartram's brother a tradesman, sir?" "Yes; why not? Why shouldn't he be? My father left my brother and me with a few hundred pounds a-piece, and the prestige of being nobleman's sons, sir. I had to consider what I should do--loaf about through drawing-rooms as a beggarly aristocrat, always in debt till I could cajole a rich girl into making me her poodle; or take off my coat and go to work like a man. Be a contemptible hanger-on, too poor to dress well, or a sturdy, hardworking human being." "And your choice, sir?" said the visitor, inquiring for what he knew by heart. "The latter, sir. I bit my nails down to the quick till I had an idea-- sitting out on this very coast. I was yonder smoking a bad cigar which my brother had given me. I couldn't afford to buy cigars, neither could he, but he bought them all the same. I sat smoking that cigar and thought out what I was sitting upon--granite--and went back to the hotel where we were staying, and told my brother what I had thought out. He called me a fool, and went his way. I, being a fool, went mine." "Yes, sir?" "My brother," said Gartram, "married a shrewish, elderly woman with some money. I spent all I had in buying a few acres of the cliff land by the side of this coast. Brother Fred said I must be mad. Perhaps I am; but my cliff quarry has supplied granite for some of the finest buildings in England. It has made me a rich man, while my Lord Gartram has to ask his wife for every shilling he wants to spend--when he does not ask me. But here, come along; I never know when to stop if I begin talking about myself. This way." He led the visitor into his study, unlocked an oaken door in the wall with a bright key, and it swung open heavily, showing that the oak covered a slab of granite, and that the closet was formed of the same glittering stone. "Curious place to keep cigars, eh? All granite, sir. I believe in granite. Take one of these," he continued, as he carelessly placed a couple of cedar boxes on the table. "Light up. I'll have one too. Bad habit at this time in the morning, but one can't be always at work, eh?" "No, sir; and you work too hard, if report is correct." "Hang report!" said the old man, taking a cigar, throwing himself back in a chair, and gazing at his visitor through his half-closed eyes. "That a good one?" "Delicious!" said the visitor laconically, and there was silence. "What do you think of my place, eh?" "Solid. Quite stand a siege." "I meant it to, sir. There isn't a spot where I could use granite instead of wood that it is not used. Granite arches instead of beams everywhere. When I have my gate locked at night, I can laugh at all the burglars in Christendom." "Yes; I should think you are pretty safe here." There was another pause, broken by Gartram saying suddenly, in a loud, sharp voice,--