Before he saw Kate Nugent again, however, another old acquaintance turned up safe and sound in Sunwich. Captain Nugent walking into the town saw him first: a tall, well-knit young man in shabby clothing, whose bearing even in the distance was oddly familiar. As he came closer the captain's misgivings were confirmed, and in the sunburnt fellow in tattered clothes who advanced upon him with out-stretched hand he reluctantly recognized his son. "What have you come home for?" he inquired, ignoring the hand and eyeing him from head to foot. "Change," said Jack Nugent, laconically, as the smile left his face. The captain shrugged his shoulders and stood silent. His son looked first up the road and then down. "All well at home?" he inquired. "Yes." Jack Nugent looked up the road again. "Not much change in the town," he said, at length. "No," said his father. "Well, I'm glad to have seen you," said his son. "Good-bye." "Good-bye," said the captain. His son nodded and, turning on his heel, walked back towards the town. Despite his forlorn appearance his step was jaunty and he carried his head high. The captain watched him until he was hidden by a bend in the road, and then, ashamed of himself for displaying so much emotion, turned his own steps in the direction of home. "Well, he didn't whine," he said, slowly. "He's got a bit of pride left." Meantime the prodigal had reached the town again, and stood ruefully considering his position. He looked up the street, and then, the well-known shop of Mr. Kybird catching his eye, walked over and inspected the contents of the window. Sheath-knives, belts, tobacco-boxes, and watches were displayed alluringly behind the glass, sheltered from the sun by a row of cheap clothing dangling from short poles over the shop front. All the goods were marked in plain figures in reduced circumstances, Mr. Kybird giving a soaring imagination play in the first marking, and a good business faculty in the second. At these valuables Jack Nugent, with a view of obtaining some idea of prices, gazed for some time. Then passing between two suits of oilskins which stood as sentinels in the doorway, he entered the shop and smiled affably at Miss Kybird, who was in charge. At his entrance she put down a piece of fancy-work, which Mr. Kybird called his sock, and with a casual glance at his clothes regarded him with a prejudiced eye. "Beautiful day," said the customer; "makes one feel quite young again." "What do you want?" inquired Miss Kybird. [Illustration: "'What do you want?' inquired Miss Kybird."] Mr. Nugent turned to a broken cane-chair which stood by the counter, and, after applying severe tests, regardless of the lady's feelings, sat down upon it and gave a sigh of relief. "I've walked from London," he said, in explanation. "I could sit here for hours." "Look here----" began the indignant Miss Kybird. "Only people would be sure to couple our names together," continued Mr. Nugent, mournfully.