"Hugh," said the, rector, walking up to his elder nephew briskly, "I grieve for you.

I grieve, for you from the bottom of my heart." "Yes," said Hugh, "it has been a heavy blow.

Sit down, uncle.

There is a clean glass there, or Archie will fetch you one." Then Archie looked out a clean glass, and passed the decanter; but of this the rector took no direct notice.
"It has been a blow, my poor boy--a heavy blow," said the rector.

"None heavier could have fallen.