It had been better for him--it had, maybe, averted what people were used to term his tragedy--had he read his brother's letter at that moment.

For Richard Armour was a sensible man, notwithstanding his peculiarities; and perhaps the most sensible words he ever wrote were in that letter thrust unceremoniously into Frank Armour's pocket.

Armour had received a terrible blow.

He read his life backwards.

He had no future.