"Yes, father. I came to see how you are."
"Remember your promise."
"I won't forget."
"I'm very ill, Kenneth."
"I'm afraid you are, father. Won't you let me send for the clergyman to come and see you?"
"No, Kenneth—no. I don't know him. He's only just come here. He did call once, but I was out."
There were a few minutes' silence after this, and then he said:
"Couldn't you talk to me a bit, Ken? You know more of these things than I do. I want—I want—"
"You want to know where you are going, father; that's it, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's it, Ken. It's all dark-like, and I've not been what I ought to ha' been."