"That's not so very wrong; you have hurt only yourself." "Jove, that's a new way of looking at it," he muttered. "And"--aloud--"and I've run into debt, and I've--oh, I can't tell you any more; I don't want you to hate me!" "Hate you? I could not do that." He sprang to his feet, paced up and down, and then dropped at her side again. "Well, that's all about myself," he said; "now tell me about yourself." "No," she said; "not yet. Tell me why you are going to Arkdale?" "I'm going to Arkdale to take a train to Hurst Leigh to see my uncle, cousin, or whatever he is--Squire Davenant." "Is he an old man?" "Yes, a very old man, and a bad one, too. All our family are a bad lot, excepting my cousin, Stephen Davenant." "The one you do not like?" "The same. He is quite an angel." "An angel?" "One of those men too good to live. He's the only steady one we've got, and we make the most of him. He is Squire Davenant's heir--at least he will come into his money. The old man is very rich, you know." "I see," she said, musingly; then she looked down at him and added, suddenly: "You were to have been the heir?" "Yes, that's right! How did you guess that? Yes, I was the old man's favorite, but we quarreled. He wanted it all his own way, and, oh--we couldn't get on. Then Cousin Stephen stepped in, and I am out in the cold now." "Then why are you going there now?" she asked. "Because the squire sent for me," he replied. "And you have been all this time going?" "You see, I thought I'd walk through the forest," he said, apologetically. "You should be there now--you should not have waited on the road! Is your Cousin Stephen--is that his name?--there?" "I don't know," he said, carelessly. "Ah, you should be there," she said. "Squire Davenant would be friendly with you again." "I'm afraid you haven't hit the right nail on the head there," he said. "I rather think he wants to give me a good rowing about a scrape I've got into." "Tell me about that." "Oh, it's about money--the usual thing. I got into a mess, and had to borrow some money of a Jew, and he got me to sign a paper, promising to pay after Squire Davenant's death; he called it a _post obit_--I didn't know what it was then, but I do now; for the squire got to hear of it, but how, hanged if I can make out; and he wrote to me and to the Jew, saying that he shouldn't leave me a brass farthing. Of course the Jew was wild; but I gave him another sort of bill, and it's all right." "Excepting that you will lose your fortune," said Una, with a little sigh. "What will you do?" "That's a conundrum which I've long ago given up. By Jove! I'll come and be a woodman in the forest!" "Will you?" she said. "Do you really mean it?--no, you were not in earnest!" "I--why shouldn't I be in earnest?" he says, almost to himself. "Would you like me to? I mean shall I come here to--what do you call it--Warden?" and he threw himself down again.