It was plain that Lord Castlewood had, at any rate, the gift of being loved by his dependents.
"I hope that he took it aright!" I cried, catching some of her indignation; "I hope that he cast her to the winds, without even a sigh for such a cruel creature!" "He was not strong enough," she answered, sadly; "his bodily health was not equal to it.

From childhood he had been partly crippled and spoiled in his nerves by an accident.

And the shock of that sight at Bristol flew to his weakness, and was too much for him.

And now this third and worst disaster, coming upon him where his best hope lay, and at such a time of life, took him altogether off his legs.

And off his head too, I might almost say, miss; for, instead of blaming her, he put the fault entirely upon himself.