'I wish
that we may meet with him again. What was it that he said of crowds?
That gold was to be found where people crowded, and not among the
trees and in such quiet places? He spoke as if he loved it; London is a
crowded place; I think we shall meet him there.'
'But why do you desire to see him, love?' she asked.
'Because,' said Barnaby, looking wistfully at her, 'he talked to me
about gold, which is a rare thing, and say what you will, a thing
you would like to have, I know. And because he came and went away so
strangely--just as white-headed old men come sometimes to my bed's foot
in the night, and say what I can't remember when the bright day returns.
He told me he'd come back. I wonder why he broke his word!'
'But you never thought of being rich or gay, before, dear Barnaby. You
have always been contented.'
He laughed and bade her say that again, then cried, 'Ay ay--oh yes,' and
laughed once more. Then something passed that caught his fancy, and
the topic wandered from his mind, and was succeeded by another just as
fleeting.
But it was plain from what he had said, and from his returning to the
point more than once that day, and on the next, that the blind man's
visit, and indeed his words, had taken strong possession of his mind.
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