Charley, help me." She shook her head sadly.
"Help me to break the trouble to father." "There is no 'breaking' it.

It will break him.

It will kill him.

Alas, it is the ungrateful child that has the power to inflict a slow and torturing death! Poor father! Poor mother! And it is I that must witness it.

I, that would die to save them from such undeserved sorrow." Then Harry rose up angrily, pushed his chair impatiently away, and without a word went to his own room.
In the morning the squire came down to breakfast in exceedingly high spirits.