The things we do!

And he laid his
hand on his son's shoulder, and smiled, and stroked Clive's yellow
moustache.
"And--and did Barnes send no answer to that letter you wrote him?" he
said, slowly.
Clive broke out into a laugh that was almost a sob. He took both his
father's hands. "My dear, dear old father!" says he, "what a--what an--
old--trump you are!" My eyes were so dim I could hardly see the two men
as they embraced.


CHAPTER LIV
Has a Tragical Ending

Clive presently answered the question which his father put to him in the
last chapter, by producing from the ledge of his easel a crumpled paper,
full of Cavendish now, but on which was written Sir Barnes Newcome's
reply to his cousin's polite invitation. Sir Barnes Newcome wrote, "that
he thought a reference to a friend was quite unnecessary, in the most
disagreeable and painful dispute in which Mr. Clive desired to interfere
as a principal; that the reasons which prevented Sir Barnes from taking
notice of Colonel Newcome's shameful and ungentlemanlike conduct applied
equally, as Mr.


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