Tapson departed behind the sheep, and Jarratt Weekes dropped in upon his mother. He found her out, but Sarah Jane had also come to see Hephzibah. She was talking to Philip when the huckster's son arrived.
"Can't wait no more, Mr. Weekes. Tell your wife—why, here's Jarratt! Where's your mother got to, Jar?"
"I want her myself," he said. "Down there chattering to the people at Little Lydford, I suppose, and setting the world right in general, no doubt."
"I can't wait no longer, else Daniel will fear for me. 'Twas only about the butter. How be you faring, and how's Mary? Haven't seen her this longful time."
"She thought you'd forgot her, like one or two more of late."
"You say that. Mary never did. She knows me a long sight better than that."
"I'll see you part of your road," said Jarratt. "I want to speak to you; and you want to speak to me."
He referred to a previous conversation.
Sarah Jane nodded, bade Mr. Weekes good-bye, and went out with Jarratt.
"What did he say? But I know. You'd have let me hear before now if the man had any wish to befriend me. Did you ask for Mary's sake? That was the only chance I know."