Then, suddenly, he shook himself like a great bear, and crushed Philip's shoulders in his hands.
"God knows I'm sorry for you, Boy," he cried brokenly.

"It's hurt me--terribly.

But YOU--it must be like the cracking of your soul.

And Josephine, Mignonne, my little flower! She is with her mother ?" "Yes," replied Philip.

"Come.