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 you, 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." "Lawks!" said the woman; "well, well! poor young gentleman, I'm afeard he's been doing something bad." Balmily and beautiful the evening fell, as Eric, not without toil, made his way along the road towards Ayrton, which was ten miles off.