“Was anybody there with you?”
“Yes, Firth. Dale would not. He was afraid and he kept away.”
“Oh! Is not he very sorry?”
“Of course. Nobody can help being sorry.”
“Do they all seem sorry? What did they do? What do they say?”
“Oh! They are very sorry; you must know that.”
“Anybody more than the rest?”
“Why some few of them cried; but I don’t know that that shows them to be more sorry. It is some people’s way to cry—and others not.”
Hugh wished much to learn something about Tooke; but, afraid of showing what was in his thoughts, he went off to quite another subject.
“Do you know, Phil,” said he, “you would hardly believe it, but I have never been half so miserable as I was the first day or two I came here? I don’t care now, half so much, for all the pain, and for being lame, and— Oh! But I can never be a soldier or a sailor—I can never go round the world! I forgot that.”