“Might drop on his head from the sky，” said the 9）frivolous Herbert.
“Morris said the things happened so naturally，” said his father，“that you might if you so wished attribute it to coincidence.”
“Well， don’t break into the money before I come back，”said Herbert， as he rose from the table.
“I’m afraid it’ll turn you into a mean， avaricious man， and we shall have to disown you.”
His mother laughed and， following him to the door， watched him down the road， and returning to the breakfast table， was very happy at the expense of her husband’s credulity.
“Herbert will have some more of his funny remarks， I expect， when he comes home，” she said， as they sat at dinner.
“I dare say，” said Mr. White， pouring himself out some beer； “but for all that， the thing moved in my hand； that I’ll swear to.”
“You thought it did，” said the old lady soothingly.
“I say it did，” replied the other. “There was no thought about it； I had just—What’s the matter？”
His wife made no reply. She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside， who， peering in an undecided fashion at the house， appeared to be trying to make up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred pounds， she noticed that the stranger was well dressed and wore a silk hat of 10）glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate， and then walked on again. The fourth time he stood with his hand upon it， and then with sudden resolution flung it open and walked up the path. Mrs. White at the same moment placed her hands behind her， and hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron， put the useful article of 11）apparel beneath the cushion of her chair.
She brought the stranger， who seemed ill at ease， into the room. He gazed at her 12）furtively， and listened in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady apologized for the appearance of the room， and her husband’s coat， a garment which he usually reserved for the garden. She then waited patiently for him to 13）broach his business， but he was at first strangely silent.
“I—was asked to call，” he said at last， and stooped and picked a piece of cotton from his trousers. “I come from Maw and Meggins.”
The old lady started. “Is anything the matter？” she asked breathlessly. “Has anything happened to Herbert？ What is it？ What is it？”
Her husband 14）interposed. “There， there， mother，” he said hastily. “Sit down， and don’t jump to conclusions. You’ve not brought bad news， I’m sure， sir，” and he eyed the other 15）wistfully.
“I’m sorry—” began the visitor.
“Is he hurt？” demanded the mother.
The visitor bowed in assent. “Badly hurt，” he said quietly， “but he is not in any pain.”
“Oh， thank God！” said the old woman， clasping her hands. “Thank God for that！ Thank—”
She broke off suddenly as the 16）sinister meaning of the assurance dawned upon her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the other’s averted face. She caught her breath， and turning to her slower-witted husband， laid her trembling old hand upon his. There was a long silence.
“He was caught in the machinery，” said the visitor 17）at length， in a low voice.
“Caught in the machinery，” repeated Mr. White， in a dazed fashion， “yes.”
He sat staring blankly out at the window， and taking his wife’s hand between his own.
“He was the only one left to us，” he said， turning gently to the visitor. “It is hard.”