You were lifted into the carriage--such a ragged, thin little figure, with such a lovely face.

You came to--you were not so badly hurt--it was nothing short of a miracle, for you ought to have been almost killed.

My brother Arthur was with me, and when you opened your eyes you stretched out your arms to him.

He just took you to his heart on the spot, and you were his son from that day forward.

Well, Arthur, I don't think, prosperity has done you any harm." "I had no choice," said Noel.