"So this is little Bawn." I should have known his blue eyes and smile anywhere, I thought, although his hair was as if dust had been sprinkled over it, and there were deep lines in the face I remembered as being very merry.

I had a passing wonder that in this moment he remembered my existence or recognized me, for Lord and Lady St.Leger were still dumb or inarticulate with joy, and could not have spoken of me.
"Yes, I am Bawn," I said, lifting my face to kiss him.

"I am so glad you have come home, Uncle Luke." "I should have come long ago," he said.

"Yet, thank God, I come in time.
I have messages for you, little Bawn, to be delivered later." So he, he of all people, was Anthony's messenger! He put his arm about me and we returned to the old couple by the fire.
"We were kept back by the storm," he said.

"Oh, how I fretted and fumed lest I should arrive too late! And Mary Champion, how is she?
Is she maid or wife or widow ?" "She never married, for your sake, Uncle Luke," I said, speaking up boldly.