“Yes, sir.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And yesterday? What about me? How did I seem?”

“Like one, sir,” said the miner sternly, “who had forgotten that he was a man, and drunk till he was a helpless beast.”

“And I went there like that,” thought Geoffrey. “Perhaps she saw me. And she believes all this.”

He stood there with his head feeling as if a flood had burst in upon his throbbing brain.


Chapter Forty Four.