He felt a sort of duty to look after Ken, a responsibility for him. He was actually troubled sometimes by one of Ken’s moods and deliberately thought up means to cheer him.... And now he was really worried. He had never seen Kendall as he had appeared last night. Something out of the ordinary had happened. Most likely it was nothing that the ordinary fellow would think twice about, but the Lord only knew how it would affect Ken. Anyhow, Ken thought he was in some sort of trouble, and Bert was really disturbed. He had wanted to do something about it last night, but Madeleine had prevented, and now he felt rather guilty. Putting on his bathrobe and slippers, he went to Ken’s door and opened it softly. Ken was sitting up in bed, staring out of the window. “Morning,” said Bert, affably. “Morning,” replied Kendall, shortly. “Um!... Cheerful, ain’t you? Say, what’s eating you, anyhow?” “Nothing.” “Nothing, my aunt’s knee-cap! Come through. What’s carried off your goat?” Kendall did not reply. “Get up and have breakfast. I hear Arlette in the kitchen. You’ll feel better after you’ve had a bowl of chocolate warming up your tummy.” “I don’t want any breakfast.” “Huh?...” Bert was beginning now to be seriously troubled. “Say, what’s the matter, anyhow? Is it Andree?” “I’ve just been a damn fool, that’s all.” “Ought to be used to it,” said Bert, flippantly, and then, more seriously, “Say, you don’t mean to say that you’ve gone and went and fallen in love with her, or anything like that?” “Look here,” Ken said, morosely, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I do,” said Bert, with a grin, “so we’re going to talk. I’m the biggest, and I can doggone well hold you while we thrash it out. Now tell it to your uncle. Are you in love with Andree?” “I—I don’t know.” “That means you are.... What about it? Say, you don’t mean you’re worrying about _marrying_ her, do you?” Ken laughed unpleasantly. “I wouldn’t marry her if she was the last woman on earth. I never want to see her again. I never want to think about her again.” “Huh! Had a row, eh?” “No.”