The best-trained in the country, they occupied a large share of his affections, making up to him for the friendship he rarely sought in others, and parting with them would be like severing a right hand.

It was too terrible to think about, and Hugh dismissed it as an alternative which might have to be considered another time.

Then hope made her voice heard above the little blue imps tormenting him so sadly.
He should get along somehow.

Something would turn up.

Ad might marry and go away.