“He will soon be himself again,” said the other, joyfully, “and thou wilt set to work.”
They were both young and both hopeful.
“Ay, so I think,” returned Hugh. “And thou, too?”
“Mine will not do the master much credit, though I have got a fancy for my dog. When we are all gone and forgotten, there will Spot be, gazing down on a fresh generation of citizens. Think of that, Hugh! What will they be like, I wonder? New faces and new fashions. Come up the street with me. The itinerant justices came this morning, and I want to know what they have done to the forestaller whom they caught half-way to Brampford Speke, meeting the people on their way to market Roger said he was to have two years in gaol.”
“Wat?”
“Ay.”
“I wanted to ask thee. Thou rememberest the day the master was taken?”
“Ay.”
“I was in our room, and had just drawn out my design on the board.”
“Ay, thy head was full of thy old surs. Well?”