"I'd been thinking about you a good bit already. You see you changed after Aunt Clare spoke to you that morning and I began to be rather afraid of you--and when a chap begins to be afraid of some one he begins to like him. I got Aunt Clare and Uncle Garrett to go and speak to Dahlia, and they couldn't get anything out of her at all; so, then, I began to wonder whether you could do anything, and as soon as I began to wonder that I began to want to talk to you. But I never got much chance; you were always in grandfather's room, and you didn't give me much encouragement, did you? and then--I began to be awfully miserable. I don't want to whine--I deserved it all right enough--but I didn't seem to have a friend anywhere and all my things that I'd believed in seemed to be worth nothing at all. Then I wanted to talk to you awfully, and when grandfather was worse and was dying I began to see things straight--and then I saw Mary and she told me right out what I was, and I saw it all as clear as daylight. "And so; well, I've come--not to ask you to help me about Dahlia--but whether you'll help me to play the game better. I wasn't always slack and rotten like I am now. When I was in Germany I thought I was going to do all sorts of things ... but anyhow I can't say exactly all that I mean. Only I'm awfully lonely and terribly ashamed; and I want you to forgive me for being so beastly to you----" He looked wretched enough as he sat there facing the fire with his lip quivering. He made a strong effort to control himself, but in a moment he had broken down altogether and hid his head in the arm of the chair, sobbing as if his heart would break. Harry waited. The moment for which he had longed so passionately had come at last; all those weary weeks had now received their reward. But he was very tired and he could not remember anything except that his boy was there and that he was crying and wanted some one to help him--which was very sentimental. He got up from his chair and put his hand on Robin's shoulder. "Robin, old boy--don't; it's all right really. I've been waiting for you to come and speak to me; of course, I knew that you would come. Never mind about those other things--we're going to have a splendid time, you and I." He put his arm round him. There was a moment's silence, then the boy turned round and gripped his father's coat--then he buried his head in his father's knees. Benham entered half an hour later with Harry's evening meal. "I will have mine here, too, Benham," said Robin, "with my father." "There is one thing, Robin," said Harry a little later, laughing--"what about the letters?"