He could not speak first: he must wait until Sir Christopher said something which might lead on to the cruel words that must be spoken.
At last the Baronet mastered himself enough to say, 'I'm very weak, Maynard--God help me! I didn't think anything would unman me in this way; but I'd built everything on that lad.

Perhaps I've been wrong in not forgiving my sister.

She lost one of _her_ sons a little while ago.

I've been too proud and obstinate.' 'We can hardly learn humility and tenderness enough except by suffering,' said Maynard; 'and God sees we are in need of suffering, for it is falling more and more heavily on us.

We have a new trouble this morning.' 'Tina ?' said Sir Christopher, looking up anxiously--'is Tina ill ?' 'I am in dreadful uncertainty about her.