Before he had gone to Horace's assistance.

Now he did not see his way clear towards doing so, and saw no necessity for it.

He ate his breakfast meditatively.

Horace pushed away his plate and rose.
"Why, what's the matter ?" asked Sylvia.

"Don't you feel well, Mr.
Allen ?" "Perfectly well; never felt better." "You haven't eaten enough to keep a sparrow alive." "I have eaten fast," said Horace.