"Here is little Jane, sir," said Mrs. Crickledon.
"Fall in," Van Diemen said to little Jane.
The girl was bobbing curtseys to Annette, on her introduction by Mrs.
Crickledon.
"Martin, you stay at my house; you stay at Elba till you get things comfortable about you, and then you shall have the Crouch for a year, rent free. Eh, Netty?"
Annette chimed in: "Anything we can do, anything. Nothing can be too much."
Van Diemen was praising little Jane for her devotion to her master.
"Master have been so kind to me," said little Jane.
"Now, march; it is cold," Van Diemen gave the word, and Herbert stood by Mary rather dejectedly, foreseeing that his prospects at Elba were darkened.
"Now then, Mart, left leg forward," Van Diemen linked his arm in his friend's.
"I must have a look," Tinman broke from him, and cast a forlorn look of farewell on the last of the house on the beach.