Lawrence Newt dashed round, and knocked at the door.
"Come in!" He rushed into the room.

Some sweet suspicion had winged his feet and lightened his heart; but he was not quick enough.

He looked eagerly about him.
"She is gone!" said Aunt Martha.
His eager eyes drooped, as if light had gone out of his life also.
"Mr.Newt," said Aunt Martha, "sit down.

You have been of the greatest service to me.

How can I repay you ?" Lawrence Newt, who had felt during the moment in which he saw Amy at the window, and the other in which he had been hastening to her, that the cloud was about rolling from his life, was confounded by finding that it was an account between Aunt Martha, instead of Amy, and himself that was to be settled.
He bowed in some confusion, but recovering in a moment, he said, courteously, "I am aware of nothing that you owe me in any way." "Lawrence Newt," returned the other, solemnly, "you have known my story; you knew the man to whom I supposed myself married; you have known of my child; you have known how long I have been dead to the world and to all my family and friends, and when, by chance, you discovered me, you became as my brother.