That was a bad business with Cedric, but at his age he will get over it--you and I know that." "We do indeed," returned Malcolm gravely.
"Dinah comes and talks to me sometimes," went on David.

"She says that if you had been their own brother you could not have done more; she is so grateful to you, Herrick." Perhaps he would have said more, but Malcolm checked him.
"Never mind that, Carlyon; it was a great pleasure to me to do it.

Now let us talk of something more interesting." And then for a short time they talked of Oxford and the boat-race; and then of Ventnor, which Malcolm knew well--he had even spent an evening at Red Brae when the Godfreys were staying there.

"The house is charming," he said quite enthusiastically; "I know the rooms you will have, Carlyon, and they are delightful." David did not respond, and he was evidently getting tired, so Malcolm rose to take his leave.
"I wish--I wish I could do something for you too," he said with such sincerity that David was quite touched.
"I have had my good things," he returned in a low voice, "and now I must dree my weird.

Don't worry, Herrick--things generally come right in the long run, but we must not try to act Providence too much.
Good-bye--God bless you." The thin hand wrung Malcolm's with surprising force; but Malcolm's eyes were a little misty as he went out of the room, for he knew--he knew too well--that in this life he should never see David Carlyon's face again!.