Much of his suffering was nervous, so-called; and a distraction, any new impression which diverted his mind, was very helpful to him.
"George," said the woman, "here is Mr.Hamilton and his friend come over from the Squire's to see you." He gave a grateful murmur, and pointed to a chair.
"I am so sorry," said Arthur, simply, "to see you in such suffering, Mr.Keighley.We heard you were in trouble, so we thought we would ride over and see if we could do anything for you." "Thank you, sir, kindly," said the sick man, feebly.

"But I'm past doin' anything for now.

Doctor's giv'n me up; he gives me a week.

But thank you all the same." He closed his eyes for a moment; and then, looking round quickly, fingering the counterpane, he said, "Ah, sir, this isn't a place for you to be in; but I take it very kindly of you.

Ah! Ah! It seems as if it might have been made a bit easier, might dyin'.