They came to say good-by with as much ceremony and as little feeling as if they were leaving the house under ordinary circumstances.

The cook, for all her violent temper, behaved very differently: she sent up a message to say that she would stop and help us to the last.

And Thomas (who has never yet been in any other place than ours) spoke so gratefully of my dear father's unvarying kindness to him, and asked so anxiously to be allowed to go on serving us while his little savings lasted, that Magdalen and I forgot all formal considerations and both shook hands with him.

The poor lad went out of the room crying.

I wish him well; I hope he will find a kind master and a good place.
"The long, quiet, rainy evening out-of-doors--our last evening at Combe-Raven--was a sad trial to us.