Good Lord, the hard-luck stories I hear every day of my life.

And they get a sort of look about the eyes and mouth.

I hate to see it on any fellow.

It makes me sort of sick to come across it even in a chap that's only got his fool self to blame.

I may be making another break, telling you--but you looked sort of that way." "Perhaps," stolidly, "I did." Then, his voice warming, "It was jolly good-natured of you to think about it at all.