"Yes. And that's about all." "And the fifteen thousand pounds from your uncle Arthur?" "I don't know about that, sir. I think that should go back to Uncle Arthur's son." "Nonsense, nonsense!" retorted Lord Radclyffe querulously. "I've talked to Dobson about that. Your uncle Arthur left that money to you--and not to his son. He had his own reasons for doing this. Dobson thinks so too." "It is very kind of Mr. Dobson to trouble about my affairs but----" "The money was left to you," persisted the old man, "and to Jim and Edie and Frank." "They will do whatever they like with their share, but I could not touch a penny of Uncle Arthur's money." "What will you do?" "I don't know yet, uncle. I have only had a month in which to think of so much--and there was the new flat to see to." Lord Radclyffe rose and shuffled toward Luke. He dropped his voice, lest the library walls had ears. "I'll not forget you, Luke--presently--when I am gone--and that won't be long--I'll provide for you--my will----" "Don't, Uncle Rad, for God's sake," and the cry was wrung from a heart overburdened with pity and with shame. And without waiting to take more affectionate leave, Luke hurried from the room. CHAPTER X LIFE MUST GO ON JUST THE SAME They met at dances and at musical At Homes, for the world wagged just as it had always done, and here--don't you think?--lies the tragedy of the commonplace. Luke and Louisa, with the whole aspect of life changed for them, with a problem to face of which hitherto they had no conception, and the solution of which meant a probing of soul and heart and mind--Luke and Louisa had to see the world pass them by the same as heretofore, with laughter and with tears, with the weariness of pleasure, and the burdens of disappointment. The world stared at them--curious and almost interested--searching wounds that had only just begun to ache, since indifferent hands had dared to touch them. And convention said: "Thou shalt not seem to suffer; thou shalt pass by serene and unmoved; thou shalt dance and sing and parade in park or ball room; thou art my puppet and I have nought to do with thy soul."