"It was very unfortunate that your sister's death deprived you of a home.

An absurd thing, altogether, that fiasco of Jane Merrick's." "True," he agreed.
"But I might have expected it, knowing the woman's character as I did." Uncle John wondered what Jane's character had to do with the finding of Tom Bradley's last will; but he said nothing.
"Where are you living ?" asked Louise.
"Not anywhere, exactly," he answered, "although Patsy has offered me a home and I've been sleeping on a sofa in her living-room, the past week." "I advise you to stay with the Doyles," said Mrs.Merrick, quickly.
"We haven't even a sofa to offer you here, our flat is so small; otherwise we would be glad to be of some help to you.

Have you found work ?" "I haven't tried to, yet, ma'am." "It will be hard to get, at your age, of course.

But that is a matter in which we cannot assist you." "Oh, I'm not looking for help, ma'am." She glanced at his worn clothing and soiled white necktie, and smiled.
"But we want to do something for you," said Louise.

"Now," sitting up and regarding him gravely, "I'm going to tell you a state secret.