"I'm not blaming you--nor anybody.

Mr.Bent," he continued, turning to where Bent and Brereton stood a little apart.

"I'd be obliged to you if you'd do something for me.

Go and tell my daughter about this, if you please! You see, I came straight down here--I didn't go into my house when I got back.

If you'd just step up and tell her--and bid her not be afraid--there's naught to be afraid of, as she'll find--as everybody'll find." "Certainly," said Bent.