At first he stuttered, 'My father!--I hope so! What have you in common with him, sir ?' 'You stated that the letter was from your father,' said Boddy.
'What if it is, sir ?' 'Oh, in that case, nothing whatever to me.' They talked on, and the youngest of us could perceive Boddy was bursting with devilish glee.

Heriot got a letter posted to Julia.

It was laid on his desk, with her name scratched completely out, and his put in its place.

He grew pale and sad, but did his work, playing his games, and only letting his friends speak to him of lessons and play.

His counsel to me was, that in spite of everything, I was always to stick to my tasks and my cricket.