Susan.

As the moment for parting drew nearer there came to him that tardy
consolation which often comes to the honest man then when it can but
add to his pangs of regret.

Perhaps no man is good, manly, tender, generous, honest and unlucky
quite in vain; at last, when such a man is leaving all who have been
unjust or cold to him, scales fall from their eyes, a sense of his
value flashes like lightning across their half-empty skulls and tepid
hearts, they feel and express some respect and regret, and make him
sadder to leave them; so did the neighbors of "The Grove" to young
Fielding. Some hands gave him now their first warm pressure, and one
or two voices even faltered as they said "God bless thee, lad!"

And now the carter's lad ran in with a message from a farmer at the
top of the hill.

"Oh! Master George, Farmer Dodd says, if you please, he couldn't think
to let you walk. You are to go in his gig to Newbury, if you'll walk
up as fur as his farm; he's afeared to come down _our_ hill, a
says, because if _he_ did, _his_ mare 'ud kick _his_ gig into
toothpicks, _he_ says. Oh! Master George, _I_ be sorry _you_
be going," and the boy, who had begun quite cheerfully, ended in a
whimper.

"I thank him! Take my bag, boy, and I'll follow in half an hour."

Sarah brought out the bag and opened it, and, weeping bitterly, put
into it a bottle with her name on a bit of paper tied round the neck,