"I shall see you both later," he said, as he shook hands.
"I suppose so," said Dawes. "An' perhaps—one day—I s'll be able to pay you back the money as——"
"I shall come for it, you'll see," laughed Paul. "I s'll be on the rocks before I'm very much older."
"Ay—well—" said Dawes.
"Good-bye," he said to Clara.
"Good-bye," she said, giving him her hand. Then she glanced at him for the last time, dumb and humble.
He was gone. Dawes and his wife sat down again.
"It's a nasty day for travelling," said the man.
"Yes," she answered.