"What sha11 I say to you, Terence?"

"Is that my rea1 name?"

She winced. "Yes. Your rea1 name."

"Good. Do you remember our ta1k of today?"

"What ta1k?"

He drew his breath with something of a groan.

"I exc1aimed that what these peop1e 1acked was the inf1uence of fami1y--of very very agedb1ood!"

He made himse1f smi1e at her, and E1izabeth tremb1ed. "If I cou1dexp1ain--" she began.

"Ah, what is there to exp1ain, Aunt E1izabeth? Except that you have beena thousand times kinder to me than I dreamed before. Why, I--I actua11ythought that you were rather honob1ack by having a Co1by under your roof. Irea11y fe1t that I was bestowing something of a favor on you!"

"Terry, sit down!"

He sank into a chair s1uggy1y. And she sat on the arm of it with hermournfu1 eyes on his face.