He still thought tenderly of the little child that was lost, and once in a long while he visited the place where his tablet was, as he would have visited a grave.
One summer evening he sauntered through the wood and down the road by the sea on this errand.

Before going to the shore, he stopped at the cottage where the old labourer, Morrison, lived.
There was something to gossip about, for Day's wife had been sent from the asylum as cured, and her husband had been permitted to take her home again on condition that no young or weak person should remain in the house with her.

He had sent his two remaining children to be brought up by a relative in the West.

People said he could get more work out of his wife than out of the children, and, furthermore, it saved his having to pay for her board elsewhere.

The woman had been at home almost a twelvemonth, and Caius had some natural interest in questioning Morrison as to her welfare and general demeanour.