and gold world," she murmured, "and I'm glad I have seen
it before I die, but I can't think why the people look so dull and
cross."

Although she was unconscious of it, she was herself an object of
interest to the hurrying passers-by. Many of them turned round to look
at the picturesque peasant woman, with her country gown and quaint
headgear.

"A woman come down from the hills," said a lady to her companion, as
Sara passed them, for a moment raising her eyes to theirs.

"And what a sweet face, and what wonderful eyes, so dark and blue.
There is something touching in that smooth fringe of grey hair."

But Sara passed on unheeding. She was now in a quieter street, and as
she passed under the high grey walls of the jail, the prison van
crossed her path. The heavy iron doors opened and it passed out of her
sight; the doors closed with a soft click and a turn of the key, and
Sara went on her way with a sigh.

"There are grey and black shadows in the making of it, too," she said,
and hurried on.

Once or twice she stopped to ask her way of a passer-by.

"The docks this way? Yes, go on, and turn to the left."

At the end of the road she came upon a crowd of boys who were playing
some street game with loud shouts and laughter, and Sara, who had
hitherto braved all dangers, shrank a little.

"Hello, mother! where are you going? There's a penny to pay for
passing through this way," and they crowded clamorously around her.

She looked at them calmly, disregarding their begging.

"Iss one of you will show me the docks, then shall he have a penny.
You," she said, pointing to one with a round pale face, and honest
black eyes.

"Yes 'll I," said the boy, and he turned down a corner, beckoning to
her to follow.

"Go on, old witch!" cried the disappointed ones; "where's your broom?"

"Can't you speak Welsh?" she asked, as she came abreast with her guide.

"Yes, that can I," said the boy in his native tongue.

"Oh, very good, then. 'Tis the _Gwenllian_ I am wanting--Captain
Price--can you find her?"

"Oh, yes, come on," said the boy. "I was on board of her yesterday
morning, but she was about sailing for Toulon with a cargo of coal.
Most like she's gone."

Sara's heart sank, and as they came in sight of the forests of masts,
the bales of goods, the piles of boards, of pig iron, of bricks and all
the other impedimenta of a wharf, for the first time her heart was full
of misgivings.

"Stop you there," said