But no man could long consider his own troubles in the presence of such suffering as Washington's.

He got him up and supported him--almost carried him indeed--out of the building and into a carriage.

All the way home Washington lay with his face against the Colonel's shoulder and merely groaned and wept.

The Colonel tried as well as he could under the dreary circumstances to hearten him a little, but it was of no use.

Washington was past all hope of cheer, now.