We shall leave him where the police will find him, as on the other night, and then to home." Coming close to Arthur, he said, "My friend Arthur, you have had a sore trial, but after, when you look back, you will see how it was necessary.

You are now in the bitter waters, my child.

By this time tomorrow you will, please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the sweet waters.

So do not mourn over-much.

Till then I shall not ask you to forgive me." Arthur and Quincey came home with me, and we tried to cheer each other on the way.