'How dare you!' he said to the man, and feebly burst into tears.
The Plasterer turned him towards the wall, that his face might not be
seen; and the action was so delicate, and the man was so penetrated with
repentance, and asked pardon so honestly, that he could make him no less
acknowledgment than, 'I know you meant it kindly. Say no more.'
'Bless your soul, sir,' urged the Plasterer, 'I did indeed. I'd do more
by you than the rest of 'em do, I fancy.' 'What would you do?' he asked. 'I'd come back to see you, after I was let out.' 'Give me the money again,' said the other, eagerly, 'and I'll keep it,
and never spend it. Thank you for it, thank you! I shall see you again?'
'If I live a week you shall.' They shook hands and parted.
The collegians, assembled in Symposium in
the Snuggery that night, marvelled what had happened to their Father; he
walked so late in the shadows of the yard, and seemed so downcast.