Brendon called at Adam Churchward's and learned from Jarratt's wife that he was at Lydford Castle.
"'Tis his last season there," she said; "for he've grown too big a man for that small work now, and his time's better worth. I wanted to make him give it up long ago, but he don't like dropping sure money, even though 'tis small money. However, they've appointed young Teddy Westover to succeed him—old Westover's grandson."
"I'm much obliged to you," answered Daniel. "I'll seek him there."
Presently, as a party left the ruin, Brendon met Weekes, and asked to be allowed to speak to him.
Jarratt hid his heart and consented to listen. He nodded gravely while Brendon apologized, explained that he had acted from worthy motives, and added that he had told nobody—not even his wife—of the outrage put upon him by Daniel.
"I'm sorry to God," said Brendon. "I was wrong every way to smite you. Whether you was right to speak what you did, I won't say. I don't know. I only know that I'd no right to answer so. And I ask you to forgive an erring man. I was shaken from my hold on the Lord—surprised away from it by the shock of what you said. You were wrong in your opinion—that I do steadfastly know; but none the less—— But I ban't here to make any excuses. I'm sorry to the heart, and I beg you to forgive me."
"I will do so, Daniel Brendon."
"Thank you. There's another thing. I've got a five-pound note here. I heard as you kept your bed for two days. That means I did more than hurt you. I robbed you of money. Please to take this. 'Tis a sign that you forgive me properly if you take it."
He held out the note and Weekes extended his hand quickly, then drew it back.
"I was off work three days, to be exact. But five pounds for three days would be ten for a week. That's five hundred and twenty for the year."