Now, I don't know what has come over you.

You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you.

It is all Harry's influence.

I see that." The lad flushed up and, going to the window, looked out for a few moments on the green, flickering, sun-lashed garden.

"I owe a great deal to Harry, Basil," he said at last, "more than I owe to you.