He set off in the afternoon to give Josiah his money.
Meanwhile on this Monday morning a strange scene in this drama was being acted in Josiah's little shop.

He was at the door watchful and thinking of his past and too doubtful future, when he saw Peter Lamb pause near by.

The man, fresh from the terrors of delirium tremens, had used the gift of Grey with some prudence and was in the happy condition of slight alcoholic excitement and good-humour.
"Halloa!" cried Peter.

"How are you?
I'm going to the mills to see my girl--want you to shave me--got over my joke; funny, wasn't it ?" A sudden ferocious desire awoke in the good-natured barber--some long-past inheritance of African lust for the blood of an enemy.
"Don't like to kiss with a rough beard," said Peter.

"I'll pay--got money--now." "Come in," said Josiah.