And every morning the reply was the same. There were no tidings of him.
At last one evening George entered his father’s room with a face dark with ill news. Sir George knew that something had happened which his son scarcely dared to tell him. His eyes brightened with stern eagerness.
“Well, speak out. You have heard news of Harry—bad news?”
“Yes, bad news.”
“Is he dead?”
“No.”
“Worse?”
“I—I think so; I am afraid so.”
“Go on. I am not afraid to hear.”
“I have just received a letter from Stanmer & Lloyd.”