nds
presumptuous, but I must tempt my fate."

"And if the lady--"

"Refuses me--the admiral does not approve?"

"Yes. What then?"

"I must try and bear it like a man."

There was a few minutes' silence, though it only seemed a moment, when
Guest spoke again in a curiously changed tone of voice.

"But about that Mr Barron, Stratton?"

"Yes; what about him?"

"He is a good deal at Sir Mark's, isn't he?"

"Yes; a friend the old gentleman picked up abroad--yachting, I think."

"You don't think that he has any intentions?"

"That Mr Barron? No; such an idea never crossed my mind. Absurd! He
is quite a middle-aged man, I hear; I've not seen him. He is no
favourite either of old Miss Jerrold. But what's the matter? Going?"

"Eh? Yes, I'm going now. You won't come out, old fellow, and I thought
we'd put off the congratulatory dinner till another day."

"Yes, we will. I'm awfully sorry, Percy; don't take it ill of me."

"No, no; of course not."

"And--and I'll communicate with you about to-morrow night. Though, if I
don't go, that is no reason why you should not."

"No, of course--that is--," faltered Guest, looking at his friend
strangely. "Good-bye, old fellow. You are going to the admiral's
to-night?"

"No, I'll go this afternoon. He may be off out to dinner. Wish me
luck, old fellow."

"Yes," said Guest slowly, "I wish you luck. I was afraid so," he said
slowly, as he descended the stairs, looking careworn and wretched. "I
ought to have known better. They were always together, and she likes
him. Oh! I could break his neck. No, I couldn't. I'm only a fool, I
suppose, for liking him. I've always been as if I was her dog. One's
own and only friend to come between. Oh, what a crooked world it is!
Round? Bosh! It's no shape at all, or it would have been evenly
balanced and fair. Good-bye, little Edie; you'll jump at him, of
course. He's worth half a dozen of such poor, weak-minded beggars as I
am; but I loved you very dearly indeed, indeed. I shan't go and make a
hole in the water, little one, all the same. I wonder, though, whether
an enterprising young barrister would have any chance in Fiji or the
Caroline Isles? I'll ask someone who knows."

Percy Guest went back to his chambers in Grey's Inn, and about half-past
three a cab set down Malcolm Stratton at the admiral's door.

CHAPTER NINE.

"TOO LATE!"

"Sir Mark at home, Andrews?" said Stratton as the door was op