She fully expected to see him again, and thought he might sometime stray into their canon.

"That is why, then, you take so much stock in tramps," said Lance.
You expect to recognize _him_ ?" "Well," replied Flip, gravely, "there is suthing in _that_, and there's suthing in _this_: some o' these chaps might run across brother and do him a good turn for the sake of me." "Like me, for instance ?" suggested Lance.
"Like you.

You'd do him a good turn, wouldn't you ?" "You bet!" said Lance, with a sudden emotion that quite startled him; "only don't you go to throwing yourself round promiscuously." He was half conscious of an irritating sense of jealousy, as he asked if any of her _proteges_ had ever returned.
"No," said Flip, "no one ever did.

It shows," she added with sublime simplicity, "I had done 'em good, and they could get on alone.

Don't it ?" "It does," responded Lance grimly.