Her goodness only made my sorrow at parting the greater; and more than any time since I had entered Low Heath, the pangs of home-sickness fell upon me as I saw her into her carriage.
Just before the train started I felt my heart beat suddenly, and the blood rush to my cheeks, as I saw a figure, with one hand in a sling, running up the platform, looking into one carriage after another.
"Mother, here's Tempest!" Next moment he saw us, and ran up.
"I heard you were going by this train," said he, "and I thought I would like to say good-bye." "Good-bye, my dear boy, and God bless you once more!" "The youngster's all right again, I see," said he, putting his hand on my arm.

"I'll see he takes care of himself--good-bye." And the train steamed off, leaving us two on the platform.
"I hope your hand's not awfully bad," said I, breaking a silence of nearly three months in the only way which occurred for the moment.
"Rather not.

We'd better cab it back--you're not up to walking yet." "Thanks awfully, Tempest, for saving--" "Look here, don't let's get on to that," said he.
"I say," said I, "I was afraid you believed what Crofter said, and thought--" "You were an ass, Tommy--you always were--I ought to have remembered it.
Of course I never believed a word Crofter said--I saw his game.

But I was idiot enough to get riled at you for giving yourself away to him.
I'm sorry.

Now let's forget it.