"Just so--just so. And now you're not wanted, are you? No one wants you--eh? There then, take that, and be off." Mr Chawner took "that," and went off--"that" wearing very much the appearance of a warm half-crown from Mr Timson's pocket. But before Mr Chawner was outside the door, he was muttering, "I knowed he was a bit on; but there was a sight o' beer up our way to-night, sewerly." "We should have been here hours ago," said the vicar, "but the train was stopped by the snow." "And he wouldn't have come on till the morning, if it hadn't been for me," broke in Mr Timson. "Let me speak, Timson--let me speak," exclaimed the vicar. "I won't, I'm--blessed if I do," exclaimed Timson, excitedly, altering the run of his sentence. "It was my doing, and Purkis's here; and you know I made you come on to-night." The temperature was bitter, but upon Mr Purkis being referred to, he grunted as he stood behind the door busily wiping the perspiration from his head and neck. "I won't give up to nobody," exclaimed Timson, pushing past one and then another into the little parlour, so that he might get to Jared. "There, sir,--there, Mr Pellet! It's all right, sir!--it's all jolly, sir; and there's my hand,--there it is. There's both of them, sir, and hang the grammar. Shake hands, sir,--shake hands! There's four honest hands together, and God bless you, sir!" and old Timson shook the tears into Jared's eyes, while his own brimmed over from a different cause. "Now you may talk to him, sir," said Timson, who, to further relieve his feelings, caught Patty in his arms and kissed her three times,--once on each cheek, and once upon her lips. "I only meant one, my dear, but they were so good," cried Timson, who seemed half mad, for he now shouted, "Hooray!" and tossed up his hat, kicking it, as it fell, right into the window, to the total destruction of the cracked pane of glass, with the dab of putty in the centre. "I say, `Amen!' to my eccentric friend Timson's remark, Mr Pellet," exclaimed the vicar, seizing the disengaged hands, and shaking them warmly. "Mr Pellet, sir, you have been an ill-used man, and I beg your pardon. The sinner is found. God bless you, Mr Pellet! I hope you forgive me." "O Mr Gray, sir! how could you suspect me?" cried Jared. "Weakness, sir, weakness. I am but an erring man. We all err; and but for my faithful old friend Purkis, I should have gone on erring." Mr Purkis grunted again, and continued dabbing himself. "He set me right," continued the vicar, still shaking at the organist's hands. "And me," broke in Timson. "I helped, to put him right. But there's my hand, Mr Pellet--there it is, sir, and I'm glad to shake hands with you once more. I always wanted to; but I kept my hands to myself on principle, sir. But I always said it wasn't you--I told him so, sir, scores of times, but he wouldn't believe me."