“I’ll be ready to repay you as soon as ever I can—if you understand my meaning.”
“Yes,” said Ivor. “Good-day! Good-day, Mrs. ——! Good-bye, little dog!”
One by one the three passed him and went out into the mist. Ivor saw them trailing down the road, shut the outer door, returned to his chair, sighed profoundly, and took up his pen.
When he had written three pages, and it was getting too dusk to see, his housekeeper came in.
“There’s a boy from the Black Cow, sir, come to say they want you down there.”
“Want me?”
“Yes, sir. That couple—the boy says they don’t know what to do with them. They gave your name as being a friend.”
“Good Lord!”
“Yes, sir; and the landlord says they don’t seem to know where they come from like.”