‘And where are you going to now?’

Philip did not answer directly.  He wondered in his own mind where he was going.  At length he said,

‘Northwards, I believe.  But perhaps I shall never reach there.’

‘Haven’t you friends?  Aren’t you going to them?’

There was again a pause; a cloud came over Philip’s countenance.  He said,

’No!  I’m not going to my friends.  I don’t know that I’ve got any left.’

They interpreted his looks and this speech to mean that he had either lost his friends by death, or offended them by enlisting.

The warden went on,

’I ask, because we’ve got a cottage vacant in the mead.  Old Dobson, who was with General Wolfe at the taking of Quebec, died a fortnight ago.  With such injuries as yours, I fear you’ll never be able to work again.  But we require strict testimonials as to character,’ he added, with as penetrating a look as he could summon up at Philip.

Philip looked unmoved, either by the offer of the cottage, or the illusion to the possibility of his character not being satisfactory.  He was grateful enough in reality, but too heavy at heart to care very much what became of him.

The warden and his family, who were accustomed to consider a settlement at St Sepulchre’s as the sum of all good to a worn-out soldier, were a little annoyed at Philip’s cool way of receiving the proposition.  The warden went on to name the contingent advantages.

’Besides the cottage, you would have a load of wood for firing on All Saints’, on Christmas, and on Candlemas days—­a blue gown and suit of clothes to match every Michaelmas, and a shilling a day to keep yourself in all other things.  Your dinner you would have with the other men, in hall.’

’The warden himself goes into hall every day, and sees that everything is comfortable, and says grace,’ added the warden’s lady.

‘I know I seem stupid,’ said Philip, almost humbly, ’not to be more grateful, for it’s far beyond what I iver expected or thought for again, and it’s a great temptation, for I’m just worn out with fatigue.  Several times I’ve thought I must lie down under a hedge, and just die for very weariness.  But once I had a wife and a child up in the north,’ he stopped.

‘And are they dead?’ asked one of the young ladies in a soft sympathizing tone.  Her eyes met Philip’s, full of dumb woe.  He tried to speak; he wanted to explain more fully, yet not to reveal the truth.

‘Well!’ said the warden, thinking he perceived the real state of things, ’what I propose is this.  You shall go into old Dobson’s house at once, as a kind of probationary bedesman.  I’ll write to Harry, and get your character from him.  Stephen Freeman I think you said your name was?  Before I can receive his reply you’ll have been able to tell how you’d like the kind of life; and at any rate you’ll have the rest you seem to require in the meantime.  You see, I take Harry’s having given you that cloak as a kind of character,’ added he, smiling kindly.  ’Of course you’ll have to conform to rules just like all the rest,—­chapel at eight, dinner at twelve, lights out at nine; but I’ll tell you the remainder of our regulations as we walk across quad to your new quarters.’