A quarter of an hour later, he saw Roger approaching.

He looked the character that he had assumed, to the life.

He had dirtied his hands and face, and smudged his smock with stains of mud.

He strolled along, with a free step and head erect.

He did not look at Oswald as he passed, but said, "Boat sails at seven, tonight." Oswald stood for some time longer.