“Yes,” was the reply.
“Be easy in thy mind, then, lad, for it is done. Not that I favour thee, or think well of thy suit, mind; but rely on my taking care of the little treasure there.”
“I am content, Master Peasegood,” said Gil, holding out his hand.
“But you did not walk across country from Curtpool to tell me this?” said Master Peasegood.
“I did; and why not, Master Peasegood? There, my mission is ended, so good night to both.”
Before either could reply he had passed out into the darkness, and they heard his steps die away in the distance.
“A true-hearted, brave man!” said Father Brisdone, fervently. “Heaven’s blessing be upon him!”
“Heaven’s blessing be upon him, by all means,” said Master Peasegood drily; “and I hope it will do him good.”
“Why do you speak so cynically of the young man?”
“Because I don’t like him after all for our child, and he shall never have her with my consent.”