“We will pray to God that you may. Shall we ask Him now?”
Hugh clasped his hands. His mother kneeled beside the bed, and, in a very few words, prayed that Hugh might be able to bear his misfortune well, and that his friends might give him such help and comfort as God should approve.
“Now, my dear, you will sleep again,” she said, as she arose.
“If you will lie down too, instead of sitting by the fire. Do, mother.”
She did so; and they were soon both asleep.
Chapter Nine.
Crofton quiet.
The boys were all in the school-room in the grey of the morning;—no one late. Mr Tooke was already there. Almost every boy looked wistfully in the grave face of the master;—almost every one but his own son. He looked down; and it seemed natural: for his eyes were swollen with crying. He had been crying as much as Proctor: but, then, so had Dale.