CHAPTER 5"Hilary, my dear child, you must not cry like this."
Sir Felix Skrine was the speaker. He put his hand caressingly on Hilary's shoulder as he spoke.
"You will make yourself quite ill."
He had been talking to the girl about his long friendship with her dead father, and Hilary had been listening with the same apathetic calm with which so far she had listened to all the discussion of her father's death, when quite suddenly to Sir Felix's dismay her face began to twitch and she burst into a passion of tears.
"Oh, father, father!" she sobbed.
Skrine's own face began to work.
"I wish to God I could bring him back to you," he breathed. "But, Hilary, how it would grieve him to see you crying like this."
"Not a bit of it! He would know it was the best thing for her," a third voice,
