“Deaf ear?” repeated the captain. “I wish I could. The last few days I’ve been wishing that I hadn’t got ears. It’s all Truefitt’s doing. He’s hinting now that I’m too bashful to speak up, and that weak-headed Cecilia Willett believes him. If you could only see her fussing round and trying to make things easy for me, as she considers, you’d wonder I don’t go crazy.” “We’ve all got our troubles,” said Hartley, shaking his head. The indignant captain turned and regarded him fiercely. “I am likely to leave Vyner and Son,” said the other, slowly, “after thirty-five years.” The wrath died out of the captain’s face, and he regarded his old friend with looks of affectionate concern. In grim silence he listened to an account of the interview with Mr. Vyner. “You know what it all means,” he said, savagely, as Hartley finished. “I—I think so,” was the reply. “It means,” said the captain, biting his words—“it means that unless Joan is married within three months, so as to be out of Robert Vyner’s way, you will be dismissed the firm. It saves the old man’s pride a bit putting it that way, and it’s safer, too. And if Robert Vyner marries her he will have to earn his own living. With luck he might get thirty shillings a week.” “I know,” said the other. “Get her to town as soon as possible,” continued the captain, impressively. He paused a moment, and added with some feeling, “That’s what I’m going to do; I spoke to Mr. Vyner about it to-day. We will go up together, and I’ll look after her.” “I’ll write to-night,” said Hartley. “Not that it will make any difference, so far as I can see.” “It’s a step in the right direction, at any rate,” retorted the captain. “It keeps her out of young Vyner’s way, and it shows John Vyner that you are doing your best to meet his views, and it might make him realize that you have got a little pride, too.” Partly to cheer Hartley up, and partly to avoid returning to Tranquil Vale, he spent the evening with him, and, being deterred by the presence of Miss Hartley from expressing his opinion of John Vyner, indulged instead in a violent tirade against the tyranny of wealth. Lured on by the highly interested Joan, he went still further, and in impassioned words committed himself to the statement that all men were equal, and should have equal rights, only hesitating when he discovered that she had been an unwilling listener on an occasion when he had pointed out to an offending seaman certain blemishes in his family tree. He then changed the subject to the baneful practice of eavesdropping. By the time he reached home it was quite late. There was no moon, but the heavens were bright with stars. He stood outside for a few moments listening to the sound of voices within, and then, moved perhaps by the quiet beauty of the night, strolled down to the river and stood watching the lights of passing craft. Midnight sounded in the distance as he walked back.