I will try and amend." The widow looked at her son indignantly, almost scornfully.

"I thought," she said, "I thought an Esmond had been more of a man than to be afraid, and--" here she gave a little scream as Harry uttered an exclamation, and dashed forward with his hands stretched out towards his brother.
George, after looking at the cup, raised it, opened his hand, and let it fall on the marble slab below him.

Harry had tried in vain to catch it.
"It is too late, Hal," George said.

"You will never mend that again--never.

Now, mother, I am ready, as it is your wish.