"A clean reputation is a good thing, you see, Ralph," Mr. St. Clive said. "It is surely worth something to feel that people have such a high estimate of you as to realize that you are utterly incapable of doing a mean thing, even though appearances are so strong against you." "It is just splendid to think how you have come out of it, Ralph!" was Irene's delighted comment when the two young people were alone. "It is like when wicked people tried to injure the brave knights of old, and when truth and valour and true chivalry triumphed over all opposition. There is something, even here and now, to be gained when people know that you are fighting under honour's flag!" And Ralph had to acknowledge that she spoke the truth, and to own that he was now very glad that he had resisted the temptation to yield and to run away from his troubles. That Saturday holiday--the one after the business of the note being found in his pocket-book--was one of the happiest that he had spent since coming to Stow Ormond--a day when the clouds seemed to have lifted, when the sun seemed brighter, and when faith grew more strong. It came from the feeling that he had fought a good fight, and that he had been helped to be more than conqueror. And yet he had forgotten nothing of his father. He was as anxious as ever to solve the mystery surrounding his disappearance; only now, instead of being impatient, he felt that he was preparing in the best way for seeking the truth by staying with Mr. St. Clive, and by working as hard as ever he could. And on that same afternoon he walked with Irene as far as the pretty old inn; and old Simon, the landlord, greeted him with a cheery smile; for, indeed, Simon felt a great interest in the lad, seeing that the first scene in his strange story was enacted beneath his roof. "And how are you, young gentleman?" he asked. "And you, too, missie?"--as the two entered the yard. "Come to pay a visit to old Simon--eh?" "I have come to talk to you, Simon," answered Ralph. No one ever called the landlord of the _Horse and Wheel_ anything but Simon. "I have come to ask you something." "That's right, sir! Ask away--though I don't promise to answer if it is a poser. I haven't had the education which you young people enjoy." "It is nothing to do with education, Simon," laughed Ralph. "I want to ask you whether, now that you have had plenty of time to think of it--as I feel sure you must have thought--do you think that you have any recollection of ever having seen my father before? I feel certain that he knew the place; and if he knew it, perhaps you may be able to think of some one whom he reminds you of." But Simon shook his head at that question.