At the door Essec Powell held Lewis Wynne's hand for a moment.
"Do you think the little gel will forgive me? and do you think the young fellow will find her?"
"Yes, I think he will; and if all he says of her be true, I am sure she will forget and forgive the past. Of course, you had some excuse, in the mystery and doubt surrounding her at the time."
"Two hours you bin there," said Shoni, as they passed him in the yard.
"I wass just kom in to see if you wass all asleep. Good-bye, sir."
He touched his hat respectfully to the Vicar; and as he returned to the house to dinner he muttered to himself several times:
"End of the world! I am sure of it! End of the world!"
[1] Poor fellow.
[2] Good-morning.