Mr.Franklin, recovering the use of his speech, called after her, as the carriage drove off, "Aunt! you were quite right.

Accept my thanks for all your kindness--and let me go." My lady turned as though to speak to him.

Then, as if distrusting herself, waved her hand kindly.

"Let me see you, before you leave us, Franklin," she said, in a broken voice--and went on to her own room.
"Do me a last favour, Betteredge," says Mr.Franklin, turning to me, with the tears in his eyes.

"Get me away to the train as soon as you can!" He too went his way into the house.