She stared around at the littered place. Mentally, on entering, she had called it a pig-sty! "Oh, yes. I have made quite a lot of money in the past. Much more than I ever could have obtained from a salaried position. But nothing like these royalties from this last invention. Of course, it is commercial, in a way, and the Endicotts have never been commercially inclined. But, then——" "Henry Endicott!" she breathed, "then you are not in—in financial difficulties?" "Financial difficulties? Not at all! Not at all! Far from it, I may confidently say. Indeed, my dear Ida," and he flushed painfully, "I am so situated that if you—if John—— That is, if you would allow me, as an old and tried friend——" "Well?" demanded Miss Ida, sitting very straight in the chair and looking at him most uncompromisingly it seemed. "Why, I—— You see, my nephew says here," the professor hastily went on, referring to the paper in his hand. "Ahem! Let me see. Yes. ’I am going on a voyage with Captain Bob Pritchett on the _Nelly G_. No! That is not the place. Oh, here: ’Look out for Lorna, Uncle Henry. See her father just as soon as he gets home. If they need help you know whatever I have they are welcome to.’" Miss Ida rose to her feet in a flame of indignation. "What under the sun does the boy mean?" she asked haughtily. "Such impudence! Does that mean, Henry, that Ralph has defaulted in the understood arrangement that he and Lorna were to marry? I thought that it was entirely my niece’s fault that her engagement to Ralph was not yet announced." "Does that sound cold, Ida?" rejoined the professor earnestly. "The boy offers all he possesses to help Lorna—and you—in your trouble." "Our trouble! What trouble? I do not know what you mean." The professor broke through his restraint at last. Ralph’s letter fluttered to the floor. He seized Miss Ida’s hands. "There, there!" he said. "We know all about it, Ida. Nobody can feel more sympathy for you than Ralph and I. I hoped to see John Nicholet and talk it over with him. It would have been easier—for both you and me. "This is something that you cannot bear alone, Ida. Let me help. God knows I, like my nephew, and for a greater reason, would gladly give you every cent of my personal fortune——" "Henry Endicott!" she finally gasped vehemently. "Do you think we need financial assistance?" But she did not withdraw her hands from his grasp. She looked into his face (she was almost as tall as he was) with a strangely tender expression flooding her own countenance. "So the story goes, Ida," he said gently. "Hasn’t John met with some heavy losses? Or don’t you know about it?"