"Boswell? Is he here?"
"Yes, with my Master Farwell."
Travers rapidly put loose ends of the past together, then exclaimed:
"God bless him; God bless Master Farwell!"
"I only know"—Priscilla's eyes were dim—"I only know—they are good men—both!"
"Yes, both! And to-night," Travers came back to the present, "I will take my wife away with me on the steamer."
"A poor, vagabond wife. Nothing but a heart full of love—as baggage."
"The Garden is a rich place, my love."
"And one can get so much for so little there." Priscilla meant to hold to her dear old joke.
"And so little—for so much!"