[Illustration: "WE SHALL NOT MEET AGAIN IN THIS WORLD.">[
"And George Pitillo, what of him, Andrew?
"'Oh, it's a peety you didna live langer, Mr. Saunderson, for George hes risen in the warld and made a great fortune.'
"How does it go with his soul, Andrew?
"'Well, you see, Mister Saunderson, George hes hed many things to think about, and he maybe hasna hed time for releegion yet, but nae doot he'll be turnin' his mind that wy soon.'
"Poor George, that I baptized and admitted to the Sacrament and … loved: exchanged his soul for the world."
The sun was setting fast, and the landscape—bare stubble-fields, leafless trees, still water, long, empty road—was of a blood-red colour fearsome to behold, so that no one spake, and the horse chafing his bit made the only sound.
Then the Rabbi began again.