Perhaps he was thinking of that day twenty years before when, after a very heated interview, he had forbidden his son to see his face again until he had done something that definitely justified his existence. Harry had certainly done several things since then that justified his existence; he had, for one thing, made a fortune, and that was not so easily done nowadays. Harry was five-and-forty now; he must be very much changed; he had steadied down, of course ... he would be well able to take his place as head of the family when Sir Jeremy himself.... But he gave no sign. You could not tell that he had heard the carriage-wheels at all; he lay motionless in his chair with his eyes half closed. There were voices in the hall. Beldam's superlatively courteous tones as of one who is ready to die to serve you, and then another voice--rather loud and sharp, but pleasant, with the sound of a laugh in it. "They are in the blue drawing-room, sir--Mr. Henry," Beldam's voice was heard on the stairs, and, in a moment, Beldam himself appeared--"Mr. Henry, Sir Jeremy." Then he stood aside, and Henry Trojan entered the room. Clare made a step forward. "Harry--old boy--at last------" Both her hands were outstretched, but he disregarded them, and, stepping forward, crushed her in his arms, crushed her dress, crushed the beautiful rose at her breast, and, bending down, kissed her again and again. "Clare--after twenty years!" He let her go and she stepped back, still smiling, but she touched the rose for a moment and her hair. He was very strong. And then there was a little pause. Harry Trojan turned and faced his father. The old man made no movement and gave no sign, but he said, his lips stirring very slightly, "I am glad to see you here again, Harry." The man flushed, and with a little stammer answered, "I am gladder to be back than you can know, father." Sir Jeremy's wrinkled hand appeared from behind the rugs, and the two men shook in silence. Then Garrett came forward. "You're not much changed, Harry," he said with a laugh, "in spite of the twenty years." "Why, Garrie!" His brother stepped towards him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's splendid to see you again. I'd almost forgotten what you were like--I only had that old photo, you know--of us both at Rugby."