CHAPTER VIII.

HARRY ANNESLEY TAKES A WALK.


"There was the devil to pay with my father last night after I went to
him," said Scarborough to Harry next morning. "He now and then suffers
agonies of pain, and it is the most difficult thing in the world to get
him right again. But anything equal to his courage I never before met."

"How is he this morning?"

"Very weak and unable to exert himself. But I cannot say that he is
otherwise much the worse. You won't see him this morning; but to-morrow
you will, or next day. Don't you be shy about going to him when he sends
for you. He likes to show the world that he can bear his sufferings with
a light heart, and is ready to die to-morrow without a pang or a regret.
Who was the fellow who sent for a fellow to let him see how a Christian
could die? I can fancy my father doing the same thing, only there would
be nothing about Christianity in the message. He would bid you come and
see a pagan depart in peace, and would be very unhappy if he thought
that your dinner would be disturbed by the ceremony. Now come down to
breakfast, and then we'll go out shooting."

For three days Harry remained at Tretton, and ate and drank, and shot
and rode, always in young Scarborough's company. During this time he did
not see the old squire, and understood from Miss Scarborough's absence
that he was still suffering from his late attack. The visit was to be