Then Sam Gardner wrote to me from Margate and said his son had been in the same hospital with you.

Later on I saw in a Bristol paper that this hospital--Colesberg--had fallen into the hands of the Boers and the Cape insurgents.

Then I said to myself 'My poor boy's been taken prisoner' and as time went on, 'My poor boy's dead, or he would have written to me.'" Here the Revd.

Howel stopped to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.
David touched through his armour of cynicism, said--Nannie retiring to prepare the evening meal--"Father dear, though I don't want to refer too often to the past, I behaved disgracefully some time ago and the Colonies seemed my only chance of setting myself right.

I did manage to get away from the Boers, but I had not the courage to present myself before you till I had done something to regain your good opinion.