"I'm moved!" he whispered, excitedly.
Tears came into the young girl's eyes. Evan brushed them away that night with his handkerchief, but they would come again.
"I'll not forget you, Lily," he whispered.
And he never would forget her. In moments of introspection, in times of deepest thought, all his life through, he would remember her.
CHAPTER VII.
A BANK HOLIDAY.
Christmas had come—again. A year had gone by.
Evan Nelson was preparing to go home for a two days' visit.
"Here, Henty," he said, "put your finger on this money parcel while I tie it."