WITHY. Now, gentlemen, if yu'me ready to start! If yu daunt come sune, us shall lose the tide down.

FATHER H. I'm quite ready, Withycombe, as soon as I have said "Good-bye" to Mr. Feversham.

Michael and His Lost Angel — Part 22

WITHY. Mr. Feversham ain't coming along with us, then?

Michael and His Lost Angel — Part 22

ANDR. No, he stays on the island all the week, and you are to fetch him on Saturday morning.

Michael and His Lost Angel — Part 22

WITHY. Saturday morning. To-day's Wednesday. Right you are. Well and good. Saturday morning. Yu'me coming on to Saint Margaret's along with us, Mr. Gibbard?

ANDR. Yes--we can find some accommodation there for the night, can't we?

FATHER H. Rougher than my Master had on his first coming here?

WITHY. Well, I waun't say that, but so fur as I can judge 'tis about as rough.

FATHER H. Then it will do for me. Where is Mr. Feversham?

WITHY. A few minutes agone he wor watching the excursion steamer back to Lowburnham.

FATHER H. Will you find him and tell him that I am waiting to start?

WITHY. Right you are, sir. Well and good.

FATHER H. Andrew--have you noticed any change in Mr. Feversham lately?

FATHER H. He seems so restless and disturbed, so unlike himself.

FATHER H. It's six years since I was in England. But he was always so calm and concentrated. Has he any trouble, do you know?

FATHER H. No. But you're with him constantly. Surely you must have seen the difference in him?

FATHER H. How long has he been like this?

FATHER H. Do you know of any reason for it?

FATHER H. Yes. You won't change your mind and come with us?

MICH. No, I must stay here. (_Glancing at books, restlessly._) I want to be alone. I couldn't be of any service to you over at Saint Margaret's?

FATHER H. There is the legend that connects her with Saint Decuman--I suppose no more is to be learnt of that than we already know?

MICH. No. The fisher people only know what they have learnt from the guide books.

ANDR. (_standing with portmanteau_). Have you anything more to take to the boat, Father?

ANDR. Then I'll take it down and wait for you there.

FATHER H. Then this is good-bye, Michael?

MICH. Unless you'll stay over the Sunday at Cleveheddon?

FATHER H. No, I've done my work in England, and I must be back among my people. I wanted to see the shrines on these two sister islands again before I died. I shall leave Saint Margaret's to-morrow morning, get back to Cleveheddon, take the afternoon train up to London, and leave for Italy on Friday morning. You'll come and see me at Majano?