"Good evening. Miss Lawrence." And Benny watched her glide away among the shadows of the tall trees, in the direction of Brooklands, then turned and walked slowly home.
The next morning, as he was leaving the house, he almost stumbled over Mr. Lawrence, who on receipt of is daughter's letter had come over at once.
"Mr. Lawrence!" said Benny, in a tone of surprise
"'Then you are Benny, I suppose," he said, "as you recognize me, but I should never have known you."
"Yes, I. am Benny Bates, but you have not altered in the least; I should have known you anywhere."
"Well, Benny," said Mr. Lawrence with much feeling, taking his hand, "you cannot guess how thankful I am to see you alive and well." Then, glancing at Benny's arm, which he still carried in a sling, he added, "I beg pardon, I had forgotten your arm for a moment. I have to thank you also for saving my daughter's life."
"Do not mention it, Mr. Lawrence; I have received abundant thanks already."
"That may be, but I have much to say to you; can you spare time for a walk?"
"Yes, with pleasure; I am able to do nothing, as you see, and so time hangs rather heavy."
"Benny," said Mr. Lawrence, when they had gone some distance, "when I found that missing bank-note, I resolved that, if ever I saw you again or had the chance of speaking to you, I would ask your forgiveness for the wrong I did you."
