It would be much the best plan.
"I would sooner he'd have gone to-night and got it over," said Charles Hawker, taking Sam's arm.

"Oh! Sam, Sam! Think of poor Cecil! Think of poor Ellen, when she hears what has happened.

She must know by now!" "Poor Charley," said Sam, "I am so sorry for you.

Lie down, and get to sleep; the sun is going down." He lay down as he was bid, somewhere out of the way.

He was crushed and stunned.