Mr.

Swales. He is making straight for me, and I can see, by the way he lifts his hat, that he wants to talk.⁠ ⁠…

I have been quite touched by the change in the poor old man. When he sat down beside me, he said in a very gentle way:⁠—

“I want to say something to you, miss.” I could see he was not at ease, so I took his poor old wrinkled hand in mine and asked him to speak fully; so he said, leaving his hand in mine:⁠—