"I imagine it has done all the damage that was possible.

So far as I could see, the crop's wiped out." They were sitting near together, and Helen, leaning forward, put her hand on his arm with a gesture of sympathy.
"Poor Stephen! I'm dreadfully sorry.

It must have been a blow." Festing's hard look softened.

"It was.

When I stopped beside the wreck I felt knocked out, but getting home braced me up.