"If you like," she said, rather listlessly. It would, at least, save her from her own thoughts and protect her perhaps from the ceaseless repetition of that scene of three days ago when she had turned the man that she loved more than all the world away and had lied to him because she was proud. And so at first she scarcely listened to him. They walked down the road that ran along the top of the cliff and the great eye of the lighthouse wheeled upon them, flashed and vanished; she saw the room with its dingy carpet and wide-open window, and she heard his voice again and saw his hands clenched--oh! she had been a fine fool! So it was little wonder that she did not hear his son. But Robin had at last an audience and he knew no mercy. All the agitation of the last week came pouring forth--he lost all sense of time and place; he was at the end of the world addressing infinity on the subject of his woes, and it says a good deal for his vanity and not much for his sense of humour that he did not feel the lack of proportion in such a position. "It was a girl, you know--perhaps you've met her--a Miss Feverel--Dahlia Feverel. I met her at Cambridge and we got rather thick, and then I wrote to her--rot, you know, like one does--and when I wanted to get back the letters she wouldn't let me have them, and she's going to use them, I'm afraid, for--well--Breach of Promise!" He paused and waited for the effect of the announcement, but it never came; she was walking quickly, with her head lifted to catch the wind that blew from the sea--he could not be certain that she had heard. "Breach of Promise!" he repeated impressively. "It would be rather an awful thing for people in our position if it really came to that--it would be beastly for me. Of course, I meant nothing by it--the letters, I mean--a chap never does. Everybody at Cambridge talks to girls--the girls like it--but she took it seriously, and now she may bring it down on our heads at any time, and you can't think how beastly it is waiting for it to come. We've done all we could--all of us--and now I can tell you it's been worrying me like anything wondering what she's done. My uncle and aunt both tried and failed; I was rather disappointed, because after all one would have thought that they would be able to deal with a thing like that, wouldn't one?" He paused again, but she only said "Yes" and hurried on. "So now I'm at my wits' end and I thought that you might help me." "Why not your father?" she said suddenly.