I suppose it's nearly over.

GOD'S will be done.

You've got the papers, Buller?
Arkwright will be kind about it, I'm sure.

You'll break it to my wife as well as you can ?" After another pause he said, "It's time you fellows went to bed and got some sleep." But no one moved, and there was another silence, which my father broke by saying, "Buller, where are you?
It's quite dark now.

Would you say the Lord's Prayer for me, old fellow?
Margery dear, put your hands with poor Papa's." "I've not said my prayers yet," said I; "and you know I ought to say my prayers, for I've been dressed a long time." The Major knelt simply by the bed.