CHAPTER XIX.
Over two years have passed away since that mournful night when Harry with his hand in St.George's, his voice choking, had declared his determination to leave him the next day and seek his fortunes across the seas.
It was a cruel blow to Temple, coming as it did on the heels of his own disaster, but when the first shock had passed he could but admire the lad for his pluck and love him the better for his independence.
"All right, my son," he had said, concealing as best he could his intense suffering over the loss of his companion.

"I'll try and get along.

But remember I am here--and the door is always open.

I don't blame you--I would do the same thing were I in your place.

And now about Kate--what shall I say to her ?" "Nothing.