‘Look here, Slavin,’ said Craig earnestly; ‘if I can be of use to you in any way, count on me.’
‘It’s good to me the both of yez have been, an’ I’ll not forget it to yez,’ he replied, with like earnestness.
As we told Mrs. Mavor that night, for Craig thought it too good to keep, her eyes seemed to grow deeper and the light in them to glow more intense as she listened to Craig pouring out his tale. Then she gave him her hand and said—
‘You have your man at last.’
‘What man?’
‘The man you have been waiting for.’
‘Slavin!’
‘Why not?’
‘I never thought of it.’
‘No more did he, nor any of us.’ Then, after a pause, she added gently, ‘He has been sent to us?’