“Well, this loss is now supplied by the accession of poor relations and--other things. Your mention of things omitted reminded Fortune, I suppose. So she hastened to turn on a supply of everything. I am now quite like the rest of the world.” “Do the poor relations want money?” “Yes, but not from me. The solicitor thinks that there must be great sums of money accumulated by the Patriarch of whom I have spoken to you. Cupidity of a sort, but not the desire to borrow, sent him to me. Partly he wanted to put in his claim informally, and partly he prepared the way to make me dispute any will that the old man may have made. He is poor, and therefore he is grasping, I suppose.” “I believe we all have poor relations,” said Constance. “Mine, however, do not trouble me much.” “There has been a Family enlargement in another direction. A certain uncle of mine, who formerly enacted with much credit the old tragedy of the Prodigal Son, has come back from Australia.” “Has he been living on the same diet as the Prodigal?” “Shucks and bean-pods! He hardly looks as if that had been his diet. He is well dressed, big, and important. He repeats constantly, and is most anxious for everybody to know, that he is prosperous. I doubt, somehow----” Leonard paused; the expression of doubt is not always wise. “The return of a middle-aged Prodigal is interesting and unusual. I fear I must not congratulate you altogether on this unexpected enlargement.” “Yet you said I ought to have poor relations. However, there is more behind. What was it you said about disgraces? Well, they’ve come too.” “Oh!” Constance changed colour. “Disgraces? But, Leonard, I am very sorry, and I really never supposed----” “Of course not; it is the merest coincidence. At the same time, like all coincidences, it is astonishing just after your remarks, which did really make me very uncomfortable. But I’ve stepped into quite a remarkable family history, full of surprising events, and all of them disasters.” “But you had already a remarkable family history.” “So I thought--a long history and a creditable history, ending with the ancient recluse of whom I have told you. We are rather proud of this old, old man--this singular being who has been a recluse for seventy years. I have always known about him. One of the very earliest things I was told was the miraculous existence of this eccentric ancestor. They told me so much, I suppose, because I am, as a matter of fact, heir to the estate whenever that happens to fall in. But I was never told--I suppose because it is a horrible story--why the old man became a recluse. That I only learned yesterday from this ancient aunt, who is the only daughter of the still more ancient recluse.” “Why was it? That is, don’t let me ask about your private affairs.”