You must have learned it soon." And he put his hand kindly,--almost tenderly, on the other's arm.

But Belton moved himself away angrily.

The wound had been so lately inflicted that he could not as yet forgive the hand that had seemed to strike him.
"I'm sorry that it should be so bad with you, Will." "What do you mean by bad?
It is not bad with me.

It is very well with me.

Keep your pity for those who want it." Then he walked off by himself across the broad street before the club door, leaving his friend without a word of farewell, and made his way up into St.
James's Square, choosing, as was evident to Mr.Green, the first street that would take him out of sight.
"He's hit, and hit hard," said the lawyer, looking after him.