In a minute more he was safe above-ground." "But the poor man below ?" "He was dead, Sir.

It could not have been otherwise.

Father took it so to heart that he never did a day's work underground again.

And when I was born, a few months afterward, I was christened Harry--though that's a lad's name--in memory of the friend that saved his life by the sacrifice of his own." "He might well have done that, and even more," said Richard, "if more could have been done." "That's just what father says, Sir," answered the young girl, quietly.
"But when things have happened so long ago--before one was born--they don't come home to one quite so strong, you see.

Father keeps not only his old gratitude, but his old tastes.