here now.' Explaining why he had come, he asked, 'Which way are you going home, Izz?'
'I have no home at Talbothays Dairy now, sir,' she said.
'Why is that?'
Izz looked down.
'It was so dismal there that I left! I am staying out this way.' She pointed in a contrary direction, the direction in which he was journeying.
'Well—are you going there now? I can take you if you wish for a lift.'
Her olive complexion grew richer in hue.
'Thank 'ee, Mr. Clare,' she said.
He soon found the farmer, and settled the account for his rent and the few other items which had to be considered by reason of the sudden abandonment of the lodgings. On Clare's return to his horse and gig Izz jumped up beside him.
'I am going to leave England, Izz,' he said, as they drove on. 'Going to Brazil,'
'And do Mrs. Clare like the notion of such a journey?' she asked.
