'I wish that we may meet with him again.

What was it that he said of crowds?
That gold was to be found where people crowded, and not among the trees and in such quiet places?
He spoke as if he loved it; London is a crowded place; I think we shall meet him there.' 'But why do you desire to see him, love ?' she asked.
'Because,' said Barnaby, looking wistfully at her, 'he talked to me about gold, which is a rare thing, and say what you will, a thing you would like to have, I know.

And because he came and went away so strangely--just as white-headed old men come sometimes to my bed's foot in the night, and say what I can't remember when the bright day returns.
He told me he'd come back.

I wonder why he broke his word!' 'But you never thought of being rich or gay, before, dear Barnaby.

You have always been contented.' He laughed and bade her say that again, then cried, 'Ay ay--oh yes,' and laughed once more.