“ Mr. Headstone, what’s the matter?”

“Matter? Where?”

“ Mr. Headstone, have you heard the news? This news about the fellow, Mr. Eugene Wrayburn? That he is killed?”

“He is dead, then!” exclaimed Bradley.

Young Hexam standing looking at him, he moistened his lips with his tongue, looked about the room, glanced at his former pupil, and looked down. “I heard of the outrage,” said Bradley, trying to constrain his working mouth, “but I had not heard the end of it.”