I can fancy I see you reeling under this blow! I have been reeling under it for thirty-six hours.
"It's partly your fault.

Coming over the Saint Gothard a week ago, I fell in with a family party, Herapath by name; father, mother, boy and girl.

They had come part of the way by train, and were driving over the top.

The boy and I walked, and I discovered he was at Grandcourt, and of course knew you, though he's not in your house, but Moss's.

That's how _you_ come to be mixed up in it.