d when I was left an orphan without a sixpence, and put me to school, and took care of me. When he was dying, he made me promise to do my best for his boy, as he had for me. But I'm afraid I can't do that, glad as I should be to do it, if I could--"
"But I don't understand, doctor. Old Warley--I knew a little of him-- was a wealthy man, partner in Vanderbyl and Warley's house, one of the best in Cape Town. The lad can't want for money."
"Ah, he does, though. His elder brother has all the money. He was the son of the first wife, old Vanderbyl's daughter, and all the money derived from the business went to him. The second wife's fortune was settled on Ernest; but it was lost, every farthing of it, in the failure of Steinberg's bank last year."
"Won't the elder brother do anything?"
"No more than very shame may oblige him to do. He hated his father's second wife, and hates her son now."
"How old is the lad?"
"Past nineteen; very steady and quiet, but plenty of stuff in h
