“Thou’lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?”

“Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi’ thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!”

“May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!”

“I towd thee, my dear,” said Stephen Blackpool⁠—“that night⁠—that I would never see or think o’ onnything that angered me, but thou, so much better than me, should’st be beside it. Thou’rt beside it now. Thou mak’st me see it wi’ a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Goodbye!”