"Guy wants you to go down to the mill," he said, "and tell old Mr Cooper that he will see him to-morrow, and to ask for any message from him. And then he wants to talk to you. He will do it; but be as careful as you can. He is not fit for business." "Very well," said Godfrey; "I want to talk to him too. He won't mind what I want to tell him, and it won't take five minutes to discuss it." PART TWO, CHAPTER TEN. GRIT. Godfrey paid but scant attention to poor old Cooper's feelings when he reached the mill. He hardly took the trouble to glance round him, and never realised that he was, in part, owner of the great concern, and a person on whom its future depended. He gave Guy's message, and asked indifferently if there was any in return. Cooper looked up the whole length of the young man's tall figure, ending with the gloomy, indifferent face. "Nay," he said, "I've no message to send by you, Mr Godfrey." "All right, then," said Godfrey, going, still thinking of nothing but his own purpose. He found Guy on the sofa in the study, with some papers in his hands. Godfrey sat down opposite, and stared straight before him. Guy lay, looking down, very quiet but with a curious air of something held under and suppressed. "I'm not up to long explanations," he said; "but you ought to know at once that matters are in a bad way at the mill. It will take every penny we both possess, and all the energy and sense too, to pull through and turn the corner. Things have been going downhill for some time. Look here--" Here he showed the statement which he had partly prepared to lay before his aunt, adding a few explanations and comments. "Then--is the mill going to fail?" said Godfrey, confusedly. "Not if I can help it," answered Guy. "No! But we've got our work cut out for us." "But we couldn't take out--realise--any part of the capital." "Rather not," said Guy, with a shrug. "But what I want to say is this. You can't do anything till you have taken your degree--except give your consent to certain measures. I'll explain by-and-by. But, then, if you come back, and give your mind to it and work, as the old folks did, we'll get on our legs again. I--of course Aunt Margaret thought you would be able to live at Waynflete." "Nothing would induce me to live at Waynflete, apart from the horrible injustice of it--I hate it. I should never endure it!" "Shouldn't you?" said Guy, and paused for a minute. "Then, I think you should use some of the investments to put it properly to rights, and let it again. Don't sell it." "I don't regard it as mine to sell," said Godfrey; "and no--that would be undoing all she lived for."