They'd ha' shown me no mercy.

'Tis swifter thus, and--and easier." Silently Justin wrung the hand he held.
"You'll miss me a little, Justin," the old man resumed presently.

"We have been good friends, lad--good friends for thirty years." "Father!" Justin cried, a sob in his voice.
Sir Richard smiled.

"I would I were your father in more than name, Justin.

Hast been a good son to me--no son could have been more than you." Bentley drew nigh with a long glass containing a cordial the doctor had advised.