"I have kept you too long, sir.

Good-bye--if you will." The offered hand was not taken, but Faith slid hers into the old man's palm, and pressed it, and he said quietly to Eglington: "Good evening, friend." "And when I bring my wife, sir ?" Eglington added, with a smile.
"When thee brings the lady, there will be occasion to consider--there will be occasion then." Eglington raised his hat, and turned back upon the path he and Faith had travelled.
The old man stood watching him until he was out of view.

Then he seemed more himself.

Still holding Faith's hand, he walked with her on the gorse-covered hill towards the graveyard.
"Was it his heart spoke or his tongue--is there any truth in him ?" he asked at last.
Faith pressed his hand.

"If he help Davy, father--" "If he help Davy; ay, if he help Davy! Nay, I cannot go to the graveyard, Faith.