The experience of the latter during the previous day showed him that he need not fear detection, and, now that Mr.Belcher was out of the way, Jim found him possessed by a strong desire to make the proposed visit.

The road was not difficult, and before sunset the two men found themselves housed in the humble lodgings that had for many years been familiar to Jim.

Mr.
Benedict went into the streets, and among the shops, the next morning, with great reluctance; but this soon wore off as he met man after man whom he knew, who failed to recognize him.

In truth, so many things had happened, that the memory of the man who, long ago, had been given up as dead had passed out of mind.

The people would have been no more surprised to see a sleeper of the village cemetery among them than they would to have realized that they were talking with the insane pauper who had fled, as they supposed, to find his death in the forest.
They had a great deal to do during the day, and when night came, Jim could no longer be restrained from the visit that gave significance, not only to his journey, but to all his plans.