Now then, men, left legs foremost--keep step--march!' And they moved off towards the Priory.
'You seem to know everything, colonel,' said Lancelot.
The colonel did not answer for a moment.
'Lancelot, I learnt this dodge from the only friend I ever had in the world, or ever shall have; and a week after I marched him home to his deathbed in this very way.' 'Paul--Paul Tregarva,' whispered old Harry, 'put your head down here: wipe my mouth, there's a man; it's wet, uncommon wet.' It was his own life-blood.

'I've been a beast to you, Paul.

I've hated you, and envied you, and tried to ruin you.

And now you've saved my life once this night; and here you be a-nursing of me as my own son might do, if he was here, poor fellow! I've ruined you, Paul; the Lord forgive me!' 'Pray! pray!' said Paul, 'and He will forgive you.

He is all mercy.