to me the day when I first met Lady Muriel; and I glanced in as I passed, half-curious to see if he were still living there.
Yes: the old man was still alive. He was sitting out in the porch, looking just as he did when I first saw him at Fayfield Junctionit seemed only a few days ago!
"Good evening!" I said, pausing.
"Good evening, Maister!" he cheerfully responded. "Won't ee step in?"
I stepped in, and took a seat on the bench in the porch. "I'm glad to see you looking so hearty," I began. "Last time, I remember, I chanced to pass just as Lady Muriel was coming away from the house. Does she still come to see you?"
"Ees," he answered slowly. "She has na forgotten me. I don't lose her bonny face for many days together. Well I mind the very first time she come, after we'd met at Railway Station. She told me as she come to mak' amends. Dear child! Only think o' that! To mak' amends!"
"To make amends for what?" I enquired. "What could she have done to need it?"
