“But they take long enough to get well, sir, don’t they? There was my sister’s son, Tom, jest

“I can quite understand that,” said the visitor.

“We was afraid, one time, that he’d have to have an op’ration, he was that bad, sir.”

The vistor laughed abruptly—a bark of a laugh

“He was, sir. And no laughing matter to them as had the doing for him

“Will you get me some matches?” said the visitor quite abruptly. “My pipe is out.”

Mrs. Hall was pulled up suddenly. It was certainly rude of him after telling him all she had done. She gasped at him for a moment, and remembered the two sovereigns. She went for the matches.

“Thanks,” he said concisely, as she put them down, and turned his shoulder upon her and stared out of the window again. Evidently he was sensitive on the topic of operations and bandages. She did not “make so bold as to say,” after all. But his snubbing way had irritated her, and Millie had a hot time of it

The visitor remained in the parlour until four o’clock, without giving the ghost of an excuse for an intrusion. For the most part he was quite still during that time: it would seem he sat in the growing darkness, smoking by the firelight—perhaps dozing.

Once or twice a curious listener might have heard him at the coals,

CHAPTER II

MR. TEDDY HENFREY’s FIRST IMPRESSIONS

At four o’clock, when it was fairly dark, and Mrs. Hall was screwing up her courage to go in and ask her visitor if he would take some tea, Teddy Henfrey, the clock–jobber,

“My sakes,

Mrs. Hall agreed, and then noticed he had his bag with him. “Now you’re here, Mr. Teddy,” said she, “I’d be glad if you’d give th’ old clock in the parlour a bit of a look. ’Tis going, and it strikes well and hearty, but the hour hand won’t do nothin’ but point at six.”

And leading the way, she went across to the parlour door and rapped and entered.