.
It's daylight already; doesn't the morning air smell sweet?
I've a jug of milk and some grapes and peaches in my ice-cupboard if you feel inclined.

No?
All right; stretch out, sight for a thousand yards, and fire at will." Gerald strove to smile; for a while he lay loosely in the arm-chair, his listless eyes intent on the strange, dim light which fell across the waste of sea fog.

Only the water along the shore's edge remained visible; all else was a blank wall behind which, stretching to the horizon, lay the unseen ocean.

Already a few restless gulls were on the wing, sheering inland; and their raucous, treble cries accented the pallid stillness.
But the dawn was no paler than the boy's face--no more desolate.

Trouble was his, the same old trouble that has dogged the trail of folly since time began; and Selwyn knew it and waited.
At last the boy broke out: "This is a cowardly trick--this slinking in to you with all my troubles after what you've done for me--after the rotten way I've treated you--" "Look here, my boy!" said Selwyn coolly, crossing one knee over the other and dropping both hands into the pockets of his pajamas--"I asked you to come to me, didn't I?
Well, then; don't criticise my judgment in doing it.