Guy felt a little baffled and disappointed. He had expected to find, as he put it, more grit in Godfrey.
“I suppose you will have to go away soon,” he said to Cuthbert afterwards.
“Yes—on the 18th, I fear—but I want you to come with me. There’s no one here to look after you even as clumsily as I can. I suppose Mrs Palmer stays; but her notions are limited to good beef-tea.”
“It’s not a bad notion. Cuthbert, don’t you want to know what happened to me?”
“Yes—when you can tell me.”
“I’m going to tell you now. Come here—quite close—lock the door first.”
Cuthbert did as he was told, and sat down quietly.
“Well,” he said, “how was it?”
“Well, that night when I was walking from Kirk Hinton, I got on very slowly, and it was a long—long time.”
“Yes—you got very tired.”