"But," she went on, "you have him still with you--his splendid, rugged character, the memory of all he did for you." Arthur was silent.

They were seated now, side by side, and he was, somewhat timidly, holding one of her hands.
"He was so simple and so honest--such a _man_!" she continued.

"Does it hurt you, dear, for me to talk about him ?" "No--no," he stammered, "I came to you--to--to--talk about him." Then, desperately, seizing her other hand and holding both tightly, "Janet, would it make any difference with you if I--if I--no--What am I saying?
Janet, I release you from our engagement.

I--I--have no prospects," he rushed on.

"Father--They got round him and wheedled him into leaving everything to the college--to Tecumseh.