"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?"
They sat all silent, quite silent, all three, for nobody knew how long.
"You were going to walk," said Hugh without looking at them.
Fleda however did not move till a word or two from Mr. Carleton had backed Hugh's request; then she went.
"Is she gone?" said Hugh. "Mr. Carleton, will you hand me that little desk."