“He is an honest young man, and of very good and respectable parents—he works at the Priory Farm; and seeing him, as I do, daily, I can form sufficient judgement of his character to believe he would never betray any one.”
“Upon my word, Margaret, he must be a prodigy of perfection! Perhaps you would like him to be bridesman upon our wedding-day?”
“I would, indeed, if he would like it, and you had no objection.”
“What is his name?”
“John Barry.”
“What! of Levington?”
“Yes.”
“His brother is in the coastguard. It was he who gave me this, Margaret, this cut upon my forehead—this, that you took such pains to heal.”
“And it is healed, William; and your heart, too, I hope.”
“No, no, no!—I owe him one!”