Rouse yourself, my dear Roger, and do your best.

I hope by now you have forwarded _all_ my introductions?
You have your opportunity, and I must say you will be a great fool if you don't use it.

_Do_ use it my dear boy, for my sake.

I am a very unhappy woman; but you might, if you would, bring back a little brightness to my life." After he had read the letter, young Barnes sat for some time in a brown study on the edge of his bed.

The letter contained only one more repetition of counsels that had been dinned into his ears for months--almost ever since the financial crash which had followed his father's death, and the crash of another sort, concerning himself, which had come so quick upon it.