Dr. Jolliffe's Boys Part 22

"Dear, dear, I am sorry for them; it must be precious hard when they were used to such luxury. And that chap Edwards, have you ever heard of him?"

"Oh, yes, he is at Cambridge, and intends to take orders when he gets his degree."

"I hope it will keep him out of mischief; I always fancied he might come to grief, he was such a weak beggar."

"Yes, he was, and is still, I hear. But he has had the luck to get into the clutches of a man who keeps him straight; a fellow as good as gold, and earnest enough to make all the Edwardses in the country believe in him."

"Lucky for Edwards; if he marries a stiffish sort of wife with the same opinions he will live and die a saint. Saurin would have made the other thing of him. By the by, have you ever heard anything of that fellow?"

"Not lately. He had a row with his uncle and guardian, and went to Australia, I believe; but I have heard nothing of him for years."

They chatted late into the night, and when Crawley went to bed his heart smote him to remember how little he had thought of his mother.

The _Serapis_ was to sail on the following day at noon, so when Crawley had seen his gunners safely embarked, and the two friends had reported themselves at the little office outside the saloon, had traversed that lofty palatial apartment (how different from the cabins of the old troop-s.h.i.+ps!), carefully removing their caps as a placard directed them, had made acquaintance with the little cabin which they were to share together, and had stowed away their minor properties within it, they took a last turn on sh.o.r.e, princ.i.p.ally to get one or two little comforts which they had forgotten till then.

As they pa.s.sed a low public-house on their way back to the s.h.i.+p, a remarkably smart corporal of marines came out of it, and since they were in uniform, saluted. But as he did so, he suddenly turned his head away and quickened his pace.

Crawley and Buller looked at one another.

"Did you recognise him?"

"Yes."

It was Saurin.

THE END.