ing: and presently he heard Father's voice, low, with a kind of entreaty in it.
"He's talking to some one!" said Hugh to himself. "Wonder who it is?"
He slipped out of bed and went softly on his bare feet down the passage. There was no one with Father, who was sitting at the table with his head in his hands, staring at a letter that lay before him. As Hugh peeped at him in bewilderment, he spoke again.
"If I only could! What on earth am I going to do?"
Hugh had a sudden feeling that he was looking at something he was not meant to see. He turned and crept away, trembling. Back in bed, he pulled the blanket over his head to shut out the voice, and said a quivering little prayer, over and over: "Oh God, please don't let Father be worried!" He was still saying it when he feil asleep.