With difficulty he struggled on. "Said that only--a fool--like me--could help knowing that--you hadn't--a chance--with any woman--so long as--so long as--" He choked again and sank into quivering silence. Dick's hand found the rough head and patted it very tenderly. "But you're not fool enough to take what Jack says seriously, are you?" he said. Robin stifled a sob. "He said that--afterwards," he whispered. "And he took me along to The Three Tuns--to make me forget it." "You actually drank with him after that!" Dick said. "I didn't know what I was doing, Dicky," he make apologetic answer. "It--knocked the wind out of me. You see, I--I'd never thought of that before." He began to whimper again. Dick swallowed down something that tried to escape him. "A bit of an ass, aren't you, Robin?" he said instead. "You know as well as I do that there isn't a word of truth in it. Anyhow--the woman I love--isn't--that sort of woman." Robin shifted his position uneasily. There was that in the words that vaguely stirred him. Dick had never spoken in that strain before. Slowly, with a certain caution, he lifted his tear-stained face and peered up at his brother in the fitful candle-light. "You do--want to marry Miss Moore then, Dicky?" he asked diffidently. Dick looked straight back at him; his eyes shone with a sombre gleam that came and went. For several seconds he sat silent, then very steadily he spoke. "Yes, I want her all right, Robin, but there are some pretty big obstacles in the way. I may get over them--and I may not. Time will prove." His lips closed upon the words, and became again a single hard line. His look went beyond Robin and grew fixed. The boy watched him dumbly with awed curiosity. Suddenly Dick moved, gripped him by the shoulders and pulled him upwards. "There! Go to bed!" he said. "And don't take any notice of what Jack says for the future! Don't fight him either! Understand? Leave him alone!" Robin blundered up obediently. Again there looked forth from his eyes the dog-like worship which he kept for Dick alone. "I'll do--whatever you say, Dicky," he said earnestly. "I--I'd die for you--I would!" He spoke with immense effort, and all his heart was in the words. Dick smiled at him quizzically. "Instead of which I only want you to show a little ordinary common or garden sense," he said. "Think you can do that for me?" "I'll try, Dicky," he said humbly. "Yes, all right. You try!" Dick said, and got up, more moved than he cared to show. He turned to go, but paused to light Robin's candle from his own. "And don't forget I'm--rather fond of you, my boy!" he said, with a brief smile over his shoulder as he went away.