"I'm ready," said Jim, and they two set off at once for Carne, and the others gathered round the fire and talked by snatches of it all, and Gracie mopped her eyes at thought of all those two boys had suffered, and of Jack, and of Jim's poor arm--and everything.
"He has become a very fine man," said Sir George. "A man to be proud of, my dear."
And Meg kissed her warmly and whispered, "Make him happy, dear!"
[CHAPTER LXIX]
"THE RIGHT ONE"
A woman from the village opened the door, and stared at Eager and Jim in vast surprise. "How is Mrs. Lee to-night, Mrs. Kenyon?" asked Eager.
"'Oo's varry low. 'Oo just lies an' nivver spakes a word."
"Well now"--very emphatically--"I want you not to go in, or speak to her, till we come down again. You understand?"
"I understand, and I dunnot want to spake to her."
They went quietly along the stone passage, past the door of the room where the sick woman lay, and tapped on the door of Sir Denzil's apartments.