If George Hewlett had any strong feelings about his brother’s disaster, he did not communicate them; he went about his work just as usual, and whistled as much as ever. But he took Johnnie, who was only eleven years old, into his workshop, and gave him eighteenpence a week for doing what he could; and he turned out handy, diligent, and trustworthy, so as to be fully worth the money, and thus to stay on when his father came out of prison.
Dan was much the same man as when he went into gaol, save that his hatred to Captain Carbonel had increased.
Chapter Sixteen.
Linch-Pins.
“And leave them laughing, Ho! Ho Ho!”—Robin Goodfellow.
Notice was sent from the Bishop of the diocese that he was about to hold a Confirmation at Poppleby in six weeks’ time. This was matter of rejoicing to Mr Harford, who had mourned over the very few communicants. Before he came the Celebrations had been only three times a year, and were attended by most of the aged paupers. To the joy of the Carbonels, the feast was monthly after his coming; but the first time the aged people were there, and all lingered, George Hewlett, the clerk, said, when the curate looked to him for information—
“The alms, sir. They be waiting for the money in the plate.”
“Why, that is to be reserved for sick and distressed.”