"My knowledge of the world and of its pitfalls would, of course, have enabled me to support rather than to lean upon him," replied the other. "But, there, it's useless talking of the matter; the thing is done. You may not be aware of it, my dear sir," he added, moodily, "but disastrous luck has followed me--dogged me--all my days. Think of this: here is my son, who, it has been said, favours his father, and is--again I am quoting others--decidedly a handsome boy. Yet what does it avail him? Nothing; for the very woman whom it is necessary to impress is stone blind." "Blind?" ejaculated the captain. "Exactly. Did you ever hear of such a piece of misfortune? I do not refer to her, but to the boy's prospects. Had she been able but to look at him--only once--the thing would have been different. But it happens that she was born blind; she is the sturdiest and the strongest of the family; but her very affliction caused my father to leave practically the whole of his fortune to her. I was left to struggle along on a mere pittance. My younger sister, since dead, got nothing. Yet that very circumstance, which has given her every luxury which money can command, is the undoing of my boy's fortunes. Think of it!" "Then did she--did she object to the boy?" asked the captain. "Would have nothing to do with him; didn't like his voice; didn't like his manner of speech to her; didn't like anything. Then, again, she got on troublesome family matters--matters on which we were never able to agree; she rubbed me very much the wrong way; in short, the whole thing was impossible. I shook the dust of her house from my feet and came away. Mine is a nature, sir, that will not brook interference; that bows to no man, certainly to no woman." He got up, picked up his hat, and began to move toward the door. He had something further, however, to say; the nervousness of his manner proclaimed it. The captain rose politely to open the door for his guest, and Mr. Carlaw swung round in the doorway, as he put on his hat, and spoke in a less self-confident manner. "I--I am bound to confess that--that the matter--has troubled me. I had--well, perhaps I hoped great things for the boy, that Fortune might smile on him more kindly than it has done on his wretched father." He laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. "However, that's done with; I desire to hear no more about it. After all, I suppose we all take our throw with the dice at Fortune's table some time or other; if we lose--well, we take our bad luck like gentlemen still." "Certainly, certainly," murmured the captain. "I--I believe that I've mentioned--something about the matter to you before our departure for London. Of course, I regard you as--well, may I say?--a friend; and it is hardly necessary for me to add that I have no desire that this matter----"