almost to a whisper, and continued to speak in that tone.

‘You say you have seen her. Do you think that you could find her? I could only hope to do so by chance.’

‘I think, Mas’r Davy, I know wheer to look.’

‘It is dark.

Being together, shall we go out now, and try to find her tonight?’

He assented, and prepared to accompany me. Without appearing to observe what he was doing, I saw how carefully he adjusted the little room, put a candle ready and the means of lighting it, arranged the bed, and finally took out of a drawer one of her dresses (I remember to have seen her wear it), neatly folded with some other garments, and a bonnet,