"Hamlet," said Christopher immediately, hearing the young man's utterances as he strolled behind him. "A play I consoled myself with on the passing of my own father. Quite depressing, I must say. 'Tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corpse till he that died today, "This must be so." '," he recited, shaking his head as he came to the end of it. He did not wish to make the poor lad feel any worse so he simply offered a smile and said, "You are Lord Hurst's son are you not?"