You thought HE was dead.

You are not sorry that he is alive and has come back to us.

Where is he?
Here ?' 'Do not ask any one where he is, or speak about him,' she made answer.
'Why not ?' said Barnaby.

'Because he is a stern man, and talks roughly?
Well! I don't like him, or want to be with him by myself; but why not speak about him ?' 'Because I am sorry that he is alive; sorry that he has come back; and sorry that he and you have ever met.

Because, dear Barnaby, the endeavour of my life has been to keep you two asunder.' 'Father and son asunder! Why ?' 'He has,' she whispered in his ear, 'he has shed blood.