Summerhay, coming down next morning, went straight to his bureau; his mind was not at ease. "Wasting yourself!" What had he done with that letter of Diana's? He remembered Gyp's coming in just as he finished reading it. Searching the pigeonholes and drawers, moving everything that lay about, he twitched the bust--and the letter lay disclosed. He took it up with a sigh of relief:
"DEAR BRYAN,
"But I say--you are wasting yourself. Why, my dear, of course! 'Il faut se faire valoir!' You have only one foot to put forward; the other is planted in I don't know what mysterious hole. One foot in the grave--at thirty! Really, Bryan! Pull it out. There's such a lot waiting for you. It's no good your being hoity- toity, and telling me to mind my business. I'm speaking for everyone who knows you. We
