"Let us go home."
"Go home? Why there, dear?"
"Let me go home; you need not come. I am sick of this world. Is it not enough to have misery and death (and she pointed to the row of corpses), but we must have sin, too, wherever we turn! Meanness and theft:—and ingratitude too!" she added, in a lower tone.
She went homeward; her mother, in spite of her entreaties, accompanied her; and, for some reason or other, did not lose sight of her all that day, or for several days after.
Meanwhile, Willis had beckoned the Doctor aside. His face was serious and sad, and his lips were trembling.
"This is a very shocking business, sir. Of course, you've told the
Lieutenant."
"Not yet, my good sir."
"But—excuse my boldness; what plainer way of getting it back from the rascal, whoever he is?"
"Wait awhile," said Tom; "I have my reasons."
"But, sir—for the honour of the place, the matter should be cleared up; and till the thief's found, suspicion will lie on a dozen innocent men; myself among the rest, for that matter."