Far from being broken, the spirit in him was
happy, masterful, triumphant. He had work to do and was earning
that high reward of happiness--to him the best thing under heaven.
The dinner over, all rose, and Darrel bowed politely to the
warden's wife. Then he quoted:--
"'Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.'
"Dear madam, they do hasten but to come as well as to go. Thanks
an' au revoir."
Darrel and Trove went away with the warden, who bade them sit a
while in his office. Tinker and young man were there talking until
the day was gone. The warden sat apart, reading. Now and again
they whispered earnestly, as if they were not agreed, Darrel
shaking his forefinger and his head, Trove came away as the dark
fell, a sad and thoughtful look upon him.
XXXIV
More Evidence
Trove went to the inn at Dannemora that evening he left Darrel and
there found a letter. It said that Leblanc was living near St.
Albans. Posted in Plattsburg and signed "Henry Hope," the letter
gave no hint of bad faith, and with all haste he went to the place
it named. He was there a fortnight, seeking the Frenchman, but
getting no word of him, and then came a new letter from the man
Hope.
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