"How is Hugh to-day?"
It was pleasant to see that meeting of eyes the grave kindliness on the one side, the confident affection on the other. But the wasted features said as plainly as the tone of Hugh's gentle reply, that he was passing away fast.
"What shall I do for you?"
"Take Fleda out and give her a good walk. She wants it."
"I will, presently. You are weary what shall I do to rest you?"
"Nothing," said Hugh, closing his eyes with a very placid look; "unless you will put me in mind of something about heaven, Mr. Carleton."
"Shall I read to you? Baxter or something else?"
"No just give me something to think of while you're gone as you have done before, Mr. Carleton."
"I will give you two or three of the Bible bits on that subject; they are but hints and indications, you know rather rays of light that stream out from the place than any description of it; but you have only to follow one of these indications and see whither it will lead you. The first I recollect is that one spoken to Abraham, 'Fear not I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward.' "
"Don't go any further, Mr. Carleton," said Hugh, with a smile.
"Fleda do you remember?"