"Now I want you to make me a promise."
"What is it?" she asked.
"I want you to let me know as soon as your plans are settled where you are going and what you are going to do. Will you?"
"Yes; I will."
"You won't forget your promise, I know. Good-bye."
History seemed to repeat itself, for, as on the night before, he heard her calling him when he had gone a few steps along the road.
"How can I let you know, when I don't know your address?" she said.
"Of course, I quite forgot I was leaving Sheffield."
He took out a card, and by the light of her lantern, he wrote on it the name and address of his father's lawyer.
"That will always find me," he said. "Once more good-bye."