"You have done a service, boy, to the honour of two families.

I thank you for it, and shall not omit to remember you daily when I thank God.

Shall we go in ?" I had, as I said just now, almost forgotten my fears of the Law: but that the Law had not relaxed its interest in me was evident from my friends' precautions.

Night had fallen before Mr.Rogers rose from table and gave the word for departure, and after exchanging some formal farewells with Major Brooks, and some very tender ones with Isabel, I was packed in the tilbury and driven off into darkness in which the world seemed uncomfortably large and vague and my prospects disconcertingly ill lit.
"D'ye know what _that_ is ?" asked Mr.Rogers at the end of five minutes, pulling up his mare and jerking his whip towards a splash of white beside the road.
"No, sir." He pulled a rein, and brought the light of the offside lamp to bear on a milestone with a bill pasted upon it.
"A full, particular, and none too flattering description of you, my lad, with an offer of twenty pounds.

And I'm a Justice of the Peace! Cl'k, lass!" On went the mare; and I, who had been feeling like a needle in a bundle of hay, now shrank down within my wraps as though the night had a thousand eyes.
We reached the village of Anthony: and here, instead of holding on for Torpoint and the ferry, Mr.Rogers struck aside into a lane on our right, so steep and narrow that he alighted and led the mare down, holding one of the lamps to guide her as she picked her steps.
The lane ended beside a sheet of water, pitch-black under the shadow of a wooded shore, and glimmering beyond it with the reflections of a few stars.