"It was after the play was over. A regular mob congregated around the stage door, and we could scarcely escape with our lives. I never shall go on the stage again, never!" And Palmer shook his head bitterly. He meant what he said, and let it be recorded here that he kept his word. CHAPTER XXV. ANOTHER TALK ABOUT ROBERT. Mrs. Talbot saw plainly that Livingston Palmer was suffering, both from humiliation and from the manner in which he had been treated physically, and her heart was touched. "I am very sorry for you, Mr. Palmer," she said. "If there is anything I can do for you I will do it willingly. But I would first like to hear something of my son." "I will tell you all I know," answered the young man quickly. "I was in hope that Robert's mother might aid me. We have been good friends. He's a splendid lad." "Yes, Robert is a good boy and always was. Is he well?" "Perfectly well, and was, as I said before, doing finely, until the fire threw us both out." "How much was he getting a week?" "Five dollars." "I do not call that very good," cried Mrs. Talbot. "He cannot live very well on that in such a city as Chicago." "He told me he had an allowance besides." "An allowance?" Mrs. Talbot looked puzzled. "I can't understand that. I made him no allowance, for he would not permit it. He said he was going to make his own way in the world." "Well, I can only tell you what he said," returned Livingston Palmer. "Will you give me his address, so that I can write to him?" "Why, haven't you his address? I am sure he wrote to you." "I never got the letter." And then Mrs. Talbot's face flushed, as she remembered about the letter her husband had destroyed. Had she been deceived in the matter, after all? "Then I will write the address down for you," said Palmer, and did so. A long talk followed, and the young man told Mrs. Talbot all he knew about Robert, and also mentioned Dick Marden, but not in such a way that the lady suspected the allowance Robert received came from the miner. Palmer frankly admitted that he was without means of any sort. "If I were in Chicago, this would not matter so much," he added. "But in Granville I know nobody but you and the members of our company, or rather the company to which I belonged. I was discharged, and Dixon refuses to even give me my carfare back to the city." "I shall be pleased to give you what you need," replied Mrs. Talbot. "I am overjoyed to learn that Robert is well. I am going to pay Chicago a visit soon, and then if he will not come to me I will go to him." "He will come to you fast enough, madam. It is only his step-father whom he dreads." "Yes, yes, I know." Mrs. Talbot thought best to change the subject. "Will you not have breakfast with me, Mr. Palmer?" "With pleasure," answered the young man. "But I--er--I would like to brush and wash up first." "To be sure." Mrs. Talbot surveyed him critically. "I really believe some of Robert's clothing would fit you. At least his coat would."