And then they sent me that day to you, and you came with me--it was so wonderful--I've thought of nothing else since.

I don't think God would matter if you'd only let me come to see you sometimes and talk to you--like this." "Don't talk that sort of rot.

Always glad to see you.

Of course you may come in and talk if you wish." "Oh! you're so different--from what I thought.

You always looked as though you despised everybody--and now you look--Oh! I don't know--but I'm afraid of you---" The wretched Bunning was swiftly regaining confidence.