'You told him where he was!' exclaimed Honor, aghast.
'Of course I did. I wasn't going to send him off searching to Lundy Isle or Patagonia. Well, Sam says that he'll go and find him on certain conditions?'
'On what conditions?'
'Never mind, they don't concern you, they are private. And he wants to have a talk with Larry first; but Sam says he don't believe Charles took the money. He's too much of a Luxmore to act dishonourable, he said.'
Honor was still unconvinced. 'Larry,' continued Kate, 'will you go at once to Swaddledown and see Sam?'
'Yes; but I understand nothing of what this is about. You must explain it to me.'
'No, Larry, go to Sam—he knows all.'
In after years, when the gorse was flowering full, Honor said to Larry, 'The honey scent always brings back to my memory one day.'
'Yes,' he replied; 'the furze is like love, thorns and flowers; but the flowers grow, and swell, and burst, and blaze, and swallow up the thorns, that none are seen.'
CHAPTER XXXIV.