sorrow ever since she had been old enough to understand that it would be
so.

As soon as the morning meal was over, the two lads started for the scene
of the previous evening's fight. The road from Aldersgate, with cars
rolling in with loads of flour and other provisions, and with many
travellers and foot passengers of all sorts passing along, presented a
very different appearance to that which it had worn on the evening before.
People were going in and out of the hostelries for their morning draught
of ale, and all looked bright and cheerful. The day was fine, and the air
brisk. On entering, the landlord at once came up to them.

"Your friend is in the room where we dressed his wounds, sirs. He is doing
well, and methinks will make a good cure. His daughter is with him. They
have but lately risen, and are breaking their fast. He will be glad to see
you, and was mightily vexed last night that we let you leave without
asking your names."

"He was not in a condition for talking last night, what with the loss of
blood and the smart of his wound and the suddenness of the affray. 'Tis
not strange that he should not have thought of it; and indeed we ourselves
did not ask his name, for we were pressed for time, and had to hurry
away."

It was evident, indeed, as they entered, that things were going well with
the wounded man, who was talking merrily to his daughter.

"Ah, sirs," he said, rising at once to his feet, "glad indeed am I that
you have come, and that I can now thank you for the great service you
rendered last night to myself and my daughter. First let me know to whom I