"Oh, Hugh, I know how you and Arthur loved each other! No words of mine can say how I feel for you." "No words are wanted, my dear," he answered tenderly.

"Your sympathy speaks for itself." He led her to the sofa and seated himself by her side.

"Your father has shown me what you have written to him," he resumed; "your letter from Dublin and your second letter from this place.

I know what you have so nobly risked and suffered in poor Arthur's interests.

It will be some consolation to me if I can make a return--a very poor return, Iris--for all that Arthur's brother owes to the truest friend that ever man had.
No," he continued, gently interrupting the expression of her gratitude.
"Your father has not sent me here--but he knows that I have left London for the express purpose of seeing you, and he knows why.