‘When shall we three meet again?’ at length said Charles, in a would-be lively tone.
‘And where?’ said Amy.
‘Here,’ said Charles; ‘you will come here to tell your adventures, and take up Bustle.’
‘I hope so,’ said Guy. ‘We could not help it. The telling you about it will be a treat to look forward to all the time.’
‘Yes; your sight-seeing is a public benefit. You have seen many a thing for me.’
‘That is the pleasure of seeing and hearing, the thing that is not fleeting,’ said Guy.
‘The unselfish part, you mean,’ said Charles; and mused again, till Guy, starting up, exclaimed—
‘There are the people!’ as a carriage came in view in the lane. ‘Shall I wheel you home, Charlie?’
‘Yes, do.’
Guy leant over the back, and pushed him along; and as he did so murmured in a low tremulous tone, ‘Wherever or whenever we may be destined to meet, Charlie, or if never again, I must thank you for a great part of my happiness here—for a great deal of kindness and sympathy.’