"An' perhaps--one day--I s'll be able to pay you back the money as--" "I shall come for it, you'll see," laughed Paul.

"I s'll be on the rocks before I'm very much older." "Ay--well--" said Dawes.
"Good-bye," he said to Clara.
"Good-bye," she said, giving him her hand.

Then she glanced at him for the last time, dumb and humble.
He was gone.

Dawes and his wife sat down again.
"It's a nasty day for travelling," said the man.
"Yes," she answered.
They talked in a desultory fashion until it grew dark.

The landlady brought in the tea.