She was obviously unaware that she was introducing an entirely new acquaintance to him. Poor little Jem was supposed to be some one whose whole history he knew. “Jem?” he repeated, carefully transferring a piece of hot buttered crumpet to his plate. “Jem Temple Barholm,” she answered. “I say little Jem because I remember him only as a child. I never saw him after he was eleven years old.” “Who was he?” he asked. The tone of her voice, and her manner of speaking made him feel that he wanted to hear something more. She looked rather startled by his ignorance. “Have you--have you never heard of him?” she inquired. “No. Is he another distant relation?” Her hesitation caused him to neglect his crumpet, to look up at her. He saw at once that she wore the air of a sensitive and beautifully mannered elderly lady who was afraid she had made a mistake and said something awkward. “I am so sorry,” she apologized. “Perhaps I ought not to have mentioned him.” “Why shouldn't he be mentioned?” She was embarrassed. She evidently wished she had not spoken, but breeding demanded that she should ignore the awkwardness of the situation, if awkwardness existed. “Of course--I hope your tea is quite as you like it--of course there is no real reason. But--shall I give you some more cream? No? You see, if he hadn't died, he--he would have inherited Temple Barholm.” Now he was interested. This was the other chap. “Instead of me?” he asked, to make sure. She endeavored not to show embarrassment and told herself it didn't really matter--to a thoroughly nice person. But-- “He was the next of kin--before you. I'm so sorry I didn't know you hadn't heard of him. It seemed natural that Mr. Palford should have mentioned him.” “He did say that there was a young fellow who had died, but he didn't tell me about him. I guess I didn't ask. There were such a lot of other things. I'd like to hear about him. You say you knew him?” “Only when he was a little fellow. Never after he grew up. Something happened which displeased my father. I'm afraid papa was very easily displeased. Mr. Temple Barholm disliked him, too. He would not have him at Temple Barholm.” “He hadn't much luck with his folks, had he?” remarked Tembarom. “He had no luck with any one. I seemed to be the only person who was fond of him, and of course I didn't count.” “I bet you counted with him,” said Tembarom.