I refused to believe it; and she gave me a letter from Vane's solicitor informing her of the fact." "Poor beggar!" said Lord Crosland.
Sir Tancred was silent; he was staring at nothing with sombre eyes.
Lord Crosland looked at him compassionately; presently he said, "It explains your face--the change in it.

I was wondering at it.

I couldn't understand it." "What change?
What's the matter with my face ?" said Sir Tancred indifferently.
"Well, you used to be a cheerful-looking beggar, don't you know.

Now you look like what do you call him--who fell from Heaven--Lucifer, son of the Morning.

I read about him at Vane's, mugging up poetry for that exam." "You'll hardly believe it," said Sir Tancred very seriously, "but I took to reading books myself at Beauleigh, when I got all right--reading books and mooning about.