His distress was deep, and since he was too young to mask his feelings, as people must learn to do in life, it showed itself upon his face.

At supper that night, all of the little party observed it, for he who should have been gay, was sad and spoke little.
Afterwards, when the Pasteur and Godfrey went to the observatory to resume their astronomical studies, the former looked at him a while, and said: "What is the matter, Godfrey?
Tell me." "I cannot," he replied, colouring.
"Is it so bad as that then?
I thought that perhaps you had only received a letter, or letters." "I received two of them.

One was from my father, who scolds me because I was nearly killed." "Indeed.

He seems fond of scolding, your father.

But that is no new thing, and one to which you should be used.