He won't say as he's got anything on his mind; and, truthfully, I don't think he has.

But he can't go easy, sir; and I think a sight of your face, if I may make so bold, would do him, maybe, a deal of good." "I shall be very glad to see him, if he cares to see me," said Arthur.

"Has Mr.Spencer" (the clergyman) "been here ?" "Yes, sir," said the woman; "but he don't seem to do George no good.
He's prayed with him--the Church prayers out of his blue prayer-book; but, after that, all he could say was, 'you must prepare to meet your God; are you at peace with Him?
Remember the judgment;' when I can't help thinking that God would be much more pleased if George could forget it.

He can't like to see us crawling to meet Him, and cryin' for fear, like as Watch does if his master has beat him for stealin'.
But I dare not say so to him, sir--we never know, and I have no right to set myself up over the parson's head." I confess that I felt frightfully helpless as we followed her into the house.

There was a bright fire burning; a table spread in a troubled untidy manner, with some unfinished food, hardly tasted, upon it.
She said apologetically, "You see, sir, it's hard work to keep things in order, with George lying ill like this.