He did not answer, but seemed to have fallen into a fit of troubled contemplation. They walked on in silence.
Presently she halted.
"I doubt you've had trouble in your time, and I've hurt your feelings and spoken as I oughtn't to have spoken to my betters; but I've seen that Peter and Paul were hurt in mind, and that made me say more than I meant. Yonder's your way down to Kit's House. Good-night, sir."
Mr. Fogo would have held out his hand, but she was gone quickly down the road. He stood for a minute looking after her; then turned and walked quickly down the path to Kit's House.
Caleb met him at the door.
"So you'm back, an' I hopes you enj'yed your walk, as Sal said when her man comed home from France. I was just a-comin' to luk for 'ee. Where's your easy-all and your umbrella?"
Mr. Fogo told his story.
"H'm!" said Caleb, "an' Tamsin saw 'ee home?"
"Yes; and by the way, Caleb, you may as well take down that notice to-morrow."
"H'm!" muttered Caleb again. "You're quite sure thicky coddysel won't do?"