“No, to some other town. Do you know of anything I could get to do in New York?”
“Oh, no, no!” said the minister. “You needn't let this banish you. We must seek this young Mr.—”
“Berry.”
“—Mr. Berry out, and explain the matter to him.”
“Then you'll have to tell him all about me?”
“Yes. Why not?”
Lemuel was silent, and looked down.
“In the meantime,” pursued the minister, “I have a message for you from Miss Vane. She has heard, as we all have, of your behaviour during the fire—”
“It wasn't anything,” Lemuel interrupted. “There wasn't the least danger; and Mrs. Evans did it all herself, anyway. It made me sick to see how the papers had it. It's a shame!”
Sewell smiled. “I'm afraid you couldn't make Miss Vane think so; but I can understand what you mean. She has never felt quite easy about the way—the terms—on which she parted with you. She has spoken to me several times of it, and—ah—expressed her regret; and now, knowing that you have been—interrupted in your life, she is anxious to have you come to her—”