I'm afraid, Eric, it would hardly be so with you or me." "No" said Eric, in a low and humble tone; and guilty conscience brought the deep color, wave after wave, of crimson into his cheeks.
"And he talks with such affection of you, Eric.

He speaks sometimes of all of us very gently; but you seem to be always in his thoughts, and every now and then he prays for you quite unconsciously." Eric turned his head to brush away a tear.

"When do you think I shall be allowed too see him ?" "Not just yet, I fear." After a week or two of most anxious suspense, Russell's mind ceased to wander, but the state of his sprain gave more cause for alarm.

Fresh advice was called in, and it was decided that the leg must be amputated.
When Eric was told of this, he burst into passionate complaints.

"Only think, Monty, isn't it hard, isn't it cruel?
When we see our brave, bright Edwin again, he will be a cripple." Eric hardly understood that he was railing at the providence of a merciful God.
The day for the operation came.