“Because, if you have, you have seen my mother. Only she was ten times more violent. In fact, we were a pleasant party when we were all at home.”

“I understand.”

“Good Gad! I believe you are sorry for me?” cried Tracy scornfully.

“I am. Is it a presumption on my part?”

“My dear Frank, when I am sorry for myself you may be sorry too. Until then⁠—”

“When that day comes I shall no longer pity you.”

“Very deep, Frank! You think I shall be on the road to recovery? A pretty conceit. Luckily, the happy moment has not yet come⁠—and I do not think it is like to. We appear to have arrived.”

They were standing outside one of the tall houses where Fortescue lodged. He turned and grasped his friend’s shoulders.