It is the flinching from such pain that is so grievously painful.
But it was something to have brought his mind to bear with a fixed purpose upon these things, and to have resolved upon what he would do, though he still lacked strength to put his resolution immediately to the proof.
Then, later in the evening, his son came and sat with him, and he was able in some sort to declare that the worst of that evil day had passed from him.

"I shall breakfast with you all to-morrow," he said, and as he spoke a faint smile passed across his face.
"Oh! I hope you will," said Herbert; "we shall be so delighted: but, father, do not exert yourself too soon." "It will do me good, I think." "I am sure it will, if the fatigue be not too much." "The truth is, Herbert, I have allowed this feeling to grow upon me till I have become weak under it.

I know that I ought to make an exertion to throw it off, and it is possible that I may succeed." Herbert muttered some few hopeful words, but he found it very difficult to know what he ought to say.

That his father had some secret he was quite sure; and it is hard to talk to a man about his secret, without knowing what that secret is.
"I have allowed myself to fall into a weak state," continued Sir Thomas, speaking slowly, "while by proper exertion I might have avoided it." "You have been very ill, father," said Herbert.
"Yes, I have been ill, very ill, certainly.

But I do not know that any doctor could have helped me." "Father--" "No, Herbert; do not ask me questions; do not inquire; at any rate, not at present.