The young man caught his hand swiftly, eagerly.
"Grey, I did not hope to find a man like you in you when we met first. I know what stuff you are made of now. We shall be close friends while we live."
"Sir William——"
"No; Midharst."
"Midharst, we shall."
They parted.
When Grey found himself alone once more, he whispered to the leafless trees:
"Now, Mr. Prompter, ring down the drop. That's a very pretty end of the fourth act."