Curious, too, that the matchbox had not been discovered; they must have searched pretty thoroughly by now--perhaps after all it had not been dropped there.
But over him there had fallen a strange lassitude.

He was outside, beyond it all.
And then Craven came to see him.

The event had wrought in the boy a great change.

It was precisely with a character like Craven's that such an incident must cleave a division between youth and manhood.

He had, until last evening, considered nothing for himself; his father's death had occurred when he was too young to see anything in it but a perfectly natural removal of some one immensely old.