you.

"Two months ago my finances looked up. I had news that some of my
Yankee speculations were turning out well, and I unexpectedly found
myself a man of means again. Rimbolt, who certainly has the knack of
making ill-timed suggestions, proposed that that would be a good
opportunity for making good what properly belonged to my ward. I urged
in vain that my ward was lost, and that the money properly belonged to
me as a reward for the trouble I had had in the matter. He actually
insisted that I should deposit with him, as trustee for my ward, the
full amount of what belonged to him, with interest added to date,
promising if by any unfortunate accident the fellow should be found, to
see it came into his hands. One's obliged to humour Rimbolt, so I did
what he wanted, and that's how it stands. If ever this unprofitable
ward turns up, he'd better keep his eye on Rimbolt.

"There, you see, Jeffreys, that's just a little anecdote to show you how
easy it is, by being inconsiderate, for one person to make another
uncomfortable. But now tell me how you like Cumberland. You must be
quite a mountaineer by this time."

Jeffreys admitted he was pretty good, and had the tact to suit his
humour to that of his guardian, and not refer further to the lost ward
or his money.

Mr Halgrove stayed two days, and then departed for the Great West,
where it is possible he may to-day carry a lighter heart about with him
for his latest act of reparation.

Before the trio at Wildtree returned to London, Jeffreys, greatly to
Percy's terror, asked leave to go for two days to York. The boy seemed
still not quite sure that he had got back his friend for good, and
highly disapproved now of putting the temptation to "bolt again," as he
called it, in his way. However, Jeffreys "entered into recognisances"
to come back, and even offered to take Percy with him on his journey.
The offer was not accepted, for Percy knew Jeffreys would sooner go
alone. But it allayed the boy's uneasiness.

Jeffreys had much trouble to discover Mrs Trimble. Galloway House was
still an educational establishment, but its present conductor knew
nothing of the lady whose "goodwill and connection" he had purchased so
cheaply two years ago.

Finally Jeffreys decided to call at Ash Cottage. The walk up that
familiar lane recalled many a strange memory. The bank whereon he had
sat that eventful early morning was unchanged, and had lost all traces
of Jonah's exc