He held out a sealed packet to me and I took it.
"Everything is there," he said. "Henceforth we are as harmless as a snake that has had its poison-bag out. Think kindly of me, Bawn. I am going a long journey. I have had a scene with my father. He swears that not a penny of his money shall come to me. What matter? I shall do without it very well. Good-bye, Bawn."
"God-speed," I said, altering the word of farewell.
He turned round and came back to me.
"Nay, not God-speed," he said harshly. "God has little to do with such as I am."
And then he was gone.