"Yes, drunk. When the heather lies low against the peat, and the rain belches out of the sky—it's almost like freedom at times."
"You'll do," growled Lomax.
The light went out of Gabriel's eyes.
"But it's the old Adam; it has to be beaten under."
"I wish you'd let your old Adam alone a bit, Gabriel. He's not half as bad as some who followed him. Come for a ride to-night; the moon is at full, and Lassie is eating her head off in the stable."
"Yes, I'll come. It's good to have you back again, Griff."
"As good as to be back? I doubt it. I must be off now, anyway, or that mother of mine will be seeking me with a hunting-crop; I promised to take her for a walk this morning. It's a pity about the mill, Gabriel; I used to bathe regularly in the stream, and there is an end of that now; I was coming for a bathe when you ran into me yesterday."
"Shall you be going to see Miller Rotherson?" asked Gabriel, wistfully, as they stood at the gate.
"Of course, old fellow, if only to give him a helping hand; you're a terrible chap when you set your mind on conversion."
"Because if—if you liked me to go with you—I know them, you see."