“Nothing farther than the giving you a just character to the governor by the hand of a gentleman, who has interceded with him, and has pleaded your cause successfully.”
“Who is the gentleman? Do I know him?”
“Yes, you may know him when you see him. He read the account of your saving the family of the Laceys in the flood; he listened with attention to your former history: he does not live in Sydney, but at Windsor, on the Hawkesbury; yet, from his interest with the governor, he obtained your pardon.”
“Bless the dear gentleman! How shall I ever be grateful enough to him? But you say I know him?”
“I say I think you will. I know you did once know him, but you have not seen him for many years.”
“Who can it be, dear lady? You do not mean my brother Charles?”
“No.”
“Who then can it be? Not my former master, or any of his family?”
“No, Margaret; I must be plainer with you. Do you remember a young man of the name of Barry?”
“John Barry! Yes, I do. What of him? He went to Canada.”