"I may be wrong, of course; all men are liable to err in judging themselves, but I think I could make her happier than he can." Sir Charles was not so sure of that, but he cheerfully responded, "Certainly.

He is not the man for her at all, and you are.

He knows it, too." "Hmf!" muttered Erskine, rising dejectedly.

"Let's go upstairs." "By-the-bye, we are to call on him to-morrow, to go through his house, and his collection of photographs.

Photographs! Ha, ha! Damn his house!" said Erskine.
Next day they went together to Sallust's House.