He might indeed have come down for a day or two at Christmas, but with his very slender resources even so short a pleasure trip was not to be thought of lightly.

It was therefore to be a long separation, so long to look forward to that when John saw the shabby little box which contained, all his worldly goods put up into the back of the vicar's dogcart, and stood at last in the hall, saying good-bye, he felt as though he was being thrust out into the world never to return again; his heart seemed to rise in his throat, the tears stood in his eyes and he could hardly speak a word.

Even then he thought of that day when he had waked up the sleepy Muggins to take away the beautiful unknown lady.

He felt he must be quick about his leave-taking, or he would break down.
"You have been very good to me.

I--I shall never forget it," he murmured as he shook hands with Mrs.Ambrose.