“Not here,” he said, “not here,” as their manner began to bring the great change home.
James brought some to him in the study, and began affectionately to coax him to eat something.
“You must,” he said. “You know there is something before you to-day. I wish we could spare you from it; but they must have you at—at—”
“I know,” said Arthur. “Thanks, Jem; but it won’t make much difference. When is it?”
“About eleven. Arthur, I must ask you, do you know anything about Hugh?”
“About Hugh? No; where is he?”
“He has never come back.”
“Never come back?” said Arthur, in a much more wide-awake and natural manner.
“Why, where can he be?”
“George saw him in the copse; he seemed—he seemed to blame himself.”