“Oh, Scott, my poor boy.”
“Poor Scott,” said June, and “Poor Scott” seemed to ring involuntarily from Paul’s lips.
“Poor Scott!” screamed Bob, who had perched himself on the mantel.
Scott smiled.
“Yes, ‘poor Scott’ will be the cry everywhere, and what a hero Colonel Brunswick will be,” said June. “Oh, I could almost hate her for her cruelty.”
“Don’t, June,” said Scott.
“It is time I was at the office,” continued he.
“How can you think of attending to business, when your mind is so troubled?” Mrs. Wilmer asked.
“Our lives must go on, and our duty be performed, whether we carry a load or go empty handed,” Scott replied.
“What a brave man you are, and how any woman can throw away such happiness I cannot tell,” said Mrs. Wilmer, wiping away her tears.