cannot help considering this a very remarkable symptom. "I myself am in bed to-day, so pray forgive the handwriting.--With kind regards to you all, believe me, yours sincerely, "CHARLES MUNRO." The firmament seemed to darken as though a thunderstorm brooded over the devoted house. Already in fancy Andrew could hear the first crashings and flashes of the coming scandal. His appetite vanished, his coffee grew cold, and presently he rose and silently left the room. Yet the man of superior mental equipment rarely fails to extract some crumbs of consolation out of the direst disaster. Andrew extracted his by summoning Jean before he started for the office and handing her the terrible letter. As he watched her read it, the phrase shaped by his countenance might be read without the aid of any signal-book-- "What did I tell you?" Certainly there was a well-earned morsel of satisfaction to be derived from her startled eyes and the little catches in her breath. She could believe him now! When she spoke at last her first words were exceedingly gratifying. "What a horrid old man he must be!" He looked suitably reproachful. "That is strong language to use of your father." Her eyes blazed. "I am talking of Colonel Munro! The idea of giving father away like that. It's one of the very meanest things I ever heard of! I sincerely hope he may be in bed for a month." She swept away, and her brother was left to brood gloomily upon the selfish perversity that thus actually defrauded him of his legitimate triumph. CHAPTER VII "Well," said Andrew, "what is to be done?" The problem was undoubtedly delicate. He had paid it the compliment of summoning his two sensible married sisters to aid him with their counsel; and even they, though not lacking in decision as a rule, regarded first the Colonel's letter and then their brother with disturbed and doubtful eyes. He gave them no hint of the dreadful and disreputable change in their father's very being; that was positively too shocking to confide even to a sister (besides, they wouldn't have believed him), but he considered that the essentials of the problem were now fairly grasped by them both, and he was pleased to find a sympathetic unanimity of horror. "He can't be allowed to go on disgracing himself in London; that much is perfectly clear," said Mrs. Ramornie. "Not to speak of ruining us all," added Andrew. "Can you not go and fetch him home?" asked Mrs. Donaldson. Andrew pursed his lips. "In the first place, would he come? You know how infernally obstinate he can be. In the second place, do we want him making an exhibition of himself here?" "He would not have quite the opportunities here." "Not for spending money, I admit; but we don't want him taking the chair and making speeches at the W.S. dinner to-morrow night in his present condition." "Will he not remember and come back for it, anyhow?" suggested Mrs. Ramornie. He shook his head.