What do you think of the child ?" "Can you ask me what I think?
He is a splendid little fellow." "Take care of him, then--take good care of him: you may never have another," was the grim rejoinder.

Frank winced.

His brother rose, took his arm, and said: "Let us go to our rooms, Frank.

There will be time enough to talk later, and I am not so young as I once was." Truth to say, Richard Armour was not so young as he seemed a few months before.

His shoulders were a little stooped, he was greyer about the temples.