But don't say a word, that's
a good fellow; I'm going on to Ayrton this evening."
"Well, sir, I _am_, hurt like to see you looking so ragged and poorly.
Let me give you a bed to-night, and send you on by first train
to-morrow."
"O no, thank you, John. I've got no money, and--"
"Tut, tut, sir; I thought you'd know me better nor that. Proud I'd be
any day to do anything for Mrs. Trevor's nephew, let alone a young
gentleman like you. Well, then, let me drive yon, sir, in my little cart
this evening."
"No, thank you, John, never mind; you are very, very good, but," he
said, and the tears were in his eyes, "I want to walk in alone
to-night."
"Well, God keep and bless you, sir," said the man, "for you look to need
it;" and touching his cap, he watched the boy's painful walk across some
fields to the main road.
"Who'd ha' thought it, Jenny?" he said to his wife. "There's that young
Master Williams, whom we've always thought so noble like, just been
here as ragged as ragged, and with a face the color o' my white
signal flag.
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