222 The Light That Failed again. I suppose I can come, can’t I?” “I’d be only too grateful if you did. I don’t think I treated you very well in the old days. I used to make you angry.” “Very angry, you did.” “I’m sorry for it, then. Come and see me when you can and as often as you can. God knows, there isn’t a soul in the world to take that trouble except you and Mr. Beeton.” “A lot of trouble 4e’s taking and she too.” This with a toss of the head. “They’ve let you do anyhow and they haven’t done anything for you. I’ve only to look and see that much. I'll come, and Ill be glad to come, but you must go and be shaved, and you must get some other clothes — those ones aren’t fit to be seen.” “I have heaps somewhere,” he said helplessly. “T know you have. Tell Mr. Beeton to give you a new suit and I’ll brush it and keep it clean. You may be as blind as a barn-door, Mr. Heldar, but it doesn’t excuse you looking like a sweep.” “Do I look like a sweep, then?” “Oh, I’m sorry for you. I’m that sorry for you!” she cried impulsively, and took Dick’s hands. Mechanically, he lowered his head as if to kiss — she was the only woman who had taken pity on him, and he was not too proud for a little pity now. She stood up to go. “Nothing o’ that kind till you look more like a gentleman. It’s quite easy when you get shaved, and some clothes.” He could hear her drawing on her gloves and rose to say good-bye. She passed behind him, kissed him audaciously on the back of the neck, and ran away as swiftly as on the day when she had destroyed the Melancholia. “To think of me kissing Mr. Heldar,” she said to