Good afternoon, Mr.
Ducaine." "Good afternoon, your Grace." So he left me, stiff, formal, having satisfied his conscience, though I felt in my heart that his opinion of me, once formed, was not likely to be changed.

Directly I was alone I opened my uncle's letter.
"127, GROSVENOR SQUARE, "LONDON, W.
"DEAR Guy,-- "It has been on my mind more than once during the last few years--ever since, in fact, I heard of you at college--to write and inform myself as to your prospects in life.

You are the son of my only sister, although I regret to say that you are the son also of a man who disgraced himself and his profession.

You have a claim upon me which you have made no effort to press.

Perhaps I do not think the worse of you for that.