There had been very hot words between the men, but the last words which Roger spoke to the other on the railway platform were not quarrelsome in their nature.

'God bless you, old fellow,' he said, pressing Paul's hands.
Paul's eyes were full of tears, and he replied only by returning the pressure.
Paul Montague's father and mother had long been dead.

The father had been a barrister in London, having perhaps some small fortune of his own.

He had, at any rate, left to this son, who was one among others, a sufficiency with which to begin the world.

Paul when he had come of age had found himself possessed of about L6,000.