"Is he a nice man ?" He made an almost imperceptible movement of the shoulders.

"I am very much indebted to him," he said.
"I see," said Juliet.
They reached the cottage-gate that led to the blacksmith's humble abode, and a smell of rank tobacco, floating forth, announced the fact that he was smoking his pipe in the porch.
Juliet paused and held out her hand.

"Good-bye!" she said.
His grasp was strong and very steady.

"Good-bye," he said, "I hope you'll find what you're looking for." He stooped to pat Columbus, then opened the gate for her.
Instantly there was a stir in the porch as of some large animal awaking.
"That you, Mr.Green ?" called a deep bass voice.

"Come in! Come in!" But Green remained outside.