“Oh, I just call Nellie, that is Mrs. Burton, you know!  She doesn’t know a thing about business, and is ignorant as a baby about the value of skins, but she is grown-up, so they believe what she says, only I have to tell her first.”

“Your father can’t attend to anything, then?” Mr. Selincourt enquired pitifully.  He had heard a little of ’Duke Radford’s affliction, and sympathized keenly with the children who had such a heavy weight of responsibility to carry.

Miles shook his head.  “Since his stroke, Father has not been able to do anything at all.  His memory is entirely gone, yet he is so pleased to see people, and he always seems happy and content.  Have you time to go and talk to him for a little while, sir?  He would like to see you, I know.”

Mr. Selincourt rose from his barrel with alacrity.  “Oh, yes!  I will pay him a little visit; in fact, I have nothing else to do for the next hour, for I promised Mary that I would not go wandering round in soft spots to-day.”

Miles opened the door of the kitchen and ushered the visitor in.  Mrs. Burton was making a batch of bread, and had to limit her welcome to cheery words and smiles; but the twins immediately claimed him as an old friend, rushing upon him with a freedom from shyness which was surprising, until one knew that they were never troubled with that complaint at home.

“Father, Mr. Selincourt has come to see you.  He is the new owner of the fleet, you know,” Mrs. Burton said, speaking in raised tones to a tall, worn man who sat in the sunshine by the open door, and smiled serenely at the pleasant world outside.

’Duke Radford was not deaf, but they always raised their voices when speaking to him, in order to attract his attention.  He seemed to live in a world apart, and it was only by touching him or shouting that he could be brought back to the realities of life.  At the sound of his daughter’s voice he looked round, and, seeing a stranger in the room, at once rose and came forward with outstretched hand.  “I am very glad to see you, sir,” he said, in courteous greeting.

Mr. Selincourt was so surprised that he could not hide it.  He had expected to see a miserable-looking invalid, with imbecile writ large all over him; instead of whom he was confronted by a dignified, courteous gentleman, whose infirmity was only hinted at by a certain languor of movement and wistfulness of expression.

“I am glad to see you looking so much better than I expected to find you,” Mr. Selincourt said, taking the proffered hand and shaking it warmly.

“Yes, I am getting stronger.  I have been ill, you know, and it has upset me in many ways; my mind is not what it was, and I cannot remember a great many things which it is very awkward to forget.  For instance, I cannot remember, sir, whether I have heard your name or seen your face before;” and as he spoke, ’Duke Radford looked up with wistful uncertainty into the face of the man whom years ago he had wronged so heavily.