CHAPTER V.THE WIDER WAY.
Some months later the following letter came to David Claridge in Cairo from Faith Claridge in Hamley: David, I write thee from the village and the land of the people which thou didst once love so well.

Does thee love them still?
They gave thee sour bread to eat ere thy going, but yet thee didst grind the flour for the baking.

Thee didst frighten all who knew thee with thy doings that mad midsummer time.

The tavern, the theatre, the cross-roads, and the cockpit--was ever such a day! Now, Davy, I must tell of a strange thing.

But first, a moment.
Thee remembers the man Kimber smitten by thee at the public-house on that day?
What think thee has happened?
He followed to London the lass kissed by thee, and besought her to return and marry him.