We parted with Mr Fison because he was not steady." "Thank you, ma'am," said Jeffreys; "if the letters have come to-day I shall not have to trouble you again.

Can I do anything for you in town ?" "That chap won't do," said Jonah to his mother when at last Jeffreys started on his expedition.
"I think he will; he means well.

It wouldn't do, Jonah," said the good lady, "to have all the trouble again of finding a young man.

I think Mr Jeffreys will do." "I don't," said Jonah sulkily, taking up a newspaper.
Jeffreys meanwhile, in a strange frame of mind, hurried down to the post-office.

The day's adventures seemed like a dream to him as he walked along, and poor Forrester seemed the only reality of his life.
Would there be a letter?
And what news would it bring him?
During the last twelve hours a new hope and object in life had opened before him.
But what was it worth, if, after all, at this very moment Forrester should be lying lifeless at Bolsover?
"Have you any letter for John Jeffreys ?" he asked; but his heart beat so loud that he scarcely heard his own voice.
The man, humming cheerily to himself, took a batch of letters out of a pigeon-hole and began to turn them over.