Walter started from his reverie and smiled, as Power noiselessly approached.
“My poor Walter, how marked you are!”
“Oh, never mind, it’s nothing. I had a good cause, and it’s done good.”
“Poor fellow! But how’s Arty? He looks wretchedly ill.”
“He’s in a sad way I’m afraid, Power,” said Walter, shaking his head.
“I hope he’ll be all right soon.”
“Yes, I hope so; but we shall have to take great care of him.”
“Poor child, poor child!” said Power, bending over him compassionately.
“Has Flip told Somers of Harpour?” asked Walter.
“I don’t know whether you are quite up to hearing school news yet.”