thing would be not to sell, and cut my loss, but to buy more, at the lower price. I shall telegraph to my broker to-morrow. But I got into no end of a perplexity about it, and I feel all to bits this morning."
He mixed himself a cocktail with a shaking hand, and shuffled back to his chair.
"Help yourself, Archie," he said. "Let me see, we were going to have a talk about something this morning. What was it? That worry about my Russians has put everything out of my head."
Once again, as last night, it struck Archie as immensely comical that this white-faced, shaky man, who was his father, should be pulling himself together with a strong cocktail in order to discuss the virtues of temperance, and make the necessary resolutions whereby to acquire them. He felt neither pity nor sympathy with him, nor yet disgust; it was only the humour of the situation, the farcical absurdity of it, that appealed to him.
"We were going to make good resolutions not to drink quite so much," he said.
Lord Tintagel finished his cocktail and put the glass down.
"To be sure; that was it," he said. "It's time we took ourselves in hand. Your grandfather gave me a warning, and I wish to God I had taken it. But we'll help each other eh, Archie? That will make it easier for both of us."
"I don't care a toss whether I take alcohol or not," said Archie. "As you remarked last night, father, I hardly touched it till a month ago."
Lord Tintagel laughed.
"But you've shown remarkable aptitude for it since," he said. "You found no difficulty at all in getting the hang of the thing."
Faintly, like a lost echo, there entered into Archie's mind the inherent horror of such an interview between
