"I see," he said. "I needn't say that you are quite welcome to the yacht, Lucille, or to anything that I have. As you say, things are--altered. How much they are altered and changed, perhaps your letters, if I had received them, would have told me. What was it that you wrote me? Oh, don't be afraid," he added, with a faint smile, as she turned her head away and poked with her sunshade at the crack in the pavement. "I am strong; I can bear it. When a man has come a cropper in every sense of the word, his nerves are braced for the receipt of unwelcome tidings. I beg you won't be uncomfortable. Of course, you have heard the news?" She glanced at him sideways, and, despite her training, her lips quivered slightly. "Of course," she said. "Who hasn't? All the world knows it. Lord Angleford's marriage has come upon us like a surprise--a thunderbolt. No one would ever have expected that he would have been so foolish." Drake looked at her as he never thought that he could have looked at her--calmly, waitingly. "No one expected him to marry," she went on. "He was quite an old man--well, not old, but getting on. And you and he were always such great friends. He--he always seemed so fond and so proud of you. Why did you quarrel with him?" "I didn't quarrel with him," said Drake quietly. "As you say, we have always been good friends. He has always been good to me, ever since I was a boy. Good and liberal. We have never had a cross word until now. But you know my uncle--you know how keenly set he is on politics. He is a Conservative of the old school; one of those old Tories whom we call blue, and who are nearly extinct. God knows whether they are right or wrong; I only know that I can't go with them. He asked me to stand for a place in the Tory-Conservative interest. It was an easy place; I should have been returned without difficulty. Most men would have done it; but I couldn't. I don't go in very much for principle, either political or moral; but my uncle's views--well, I couldn't swallow them. I was obliged to decline. He cut up rough; sent me a letter with more bad language in it than I've ever read in my life. Then he went and married a young girl--an American." Lady Lucille heaved a long sigh. "How foolish of you!" she murmured. "As if it mattered." Drake filled his pipe again, and smiled cynically over the match as he lit it. "That's your view of it?" he said. "I suppose--yes, I suppose you think I've been a fool. I dare say you're right; but, unfortunately for me, I couldn't look at it in that way. I stuck to my colors--that's a highfalutin way of putting it--and I've got to pay the penalty. My uncle's married, and, likely enough--in fact, in all probability--his wife will present the world with a young Lord Angleford." "She's quite a young woman," murmured Lucille, with the wisdom of her kind.