and yet, you see, a friend came and saved me. You must not give way so, my good fellow. After all, a little management will set every thing right," and he took the husbandman's sturdy hand. John Conyers looked wildly round, but the unnatural fire that had glistened in his eyes was extinguished.
"I do remember you," he faintly cried; "I do remember you. You were always very kind."
"And always will be, I repeat, John Conyers; at least to friends like you. Come, come, there's a man, cheer up and look about you, and let the sunbeam enter your cottage:" and Vivian beckoned to the wife to open the closed shutter.
Conyers stared around him, but his eye rested only on bare walls, and the big tear coursed down his hardy cheek.
"Nay, never mind man!" said Vivian, "well soon have chairs and tables again. And as for the rent, think no more about that at present."
