I was ready to start twelve days after mother’s funeral. As it happened, a ship was about to sail from Yarmouth to Cadiz. My father bout my passage on this ship and gave me some money. I had made all preparations and said good-bye to everybody, except Lily. Since the day when we became engaged I had not seen her. I could not go away without saying good-bye to her, so I decided to ask my father’s help.
“I am going away,” I said. “It may happen that I shall not return. I must say goodbye to my sweetheart. Help me to do this, father.”
“My neighbour Bozard means his daughter for Geoffrey, not for you, Thomas,” he answered, “and a father may do what he wishes with his daughter. Still I will help you if I can. Order horses. We shall ride to the Hall.”
In half an hour we were there and a servant showed us in to the Squire.