many!" the young man, turning away resignedly, threw after it.
Chivers, for an instant, intensely studied him. "Ah, then, shouldn't it stay in the family?"
Clement Yule wheeled round, first struck, then, at the sight of the figure made by his companion in this offer, visibly touched. "I think it does, old boy."
Chivers kept his eyes on him now. "I've served your house, sir."
"How long?"
"All my life."
So, for a time, they faced each other, and something in Chivers made Yule at last speak. "Then I won't give you up!"
"Indeed, sir, I hope you won't give up anything."
The Captain took up his hat. "It remains to be seen." He looked over the place again; his eyes wandered to the open door. "Is that the garden?"
"It was!"—and the old man's sigh was like the creak of the wheel of time. "Shall I show you how it used to be?"
"It's just as it is, alas, that I happen to require it!" Captain Yule reached the door and stood looking beyond. "Don't come," he then said;
