Still the name of Price Bottom, the grave-digger's son, revived old if not pleasant memories.

The odd old captain had not forgotten his first love.

The flame of that love always burns, but never dies out.

Disappointment may cross it, may for a time veil its charm, but never can quench it.

How strange, Angeline thought, that her darling boy, the consolation of her heart, should have met this once discarded lover, and under such circumstances.