He told them of the Greskis and all their kindnesses, and how he had brought them hone with him, since Greski was set on ending his servitude with Russia, and now it would be supposed that they had perished in the bombardment, and so no consequences could be visited on their friends in Poland because of his desertion. He had settled them for the time being in a quiet hotel in Liverpool, and later on they would decide further as to their future. Eager had been very thoughtful while Jim talked. Now he said: "Do you feel able to come along with me to Caine, my boy? Mrs. Jex was telling me that old Mrs. Lee is lying at the point of death. It is just possible--But I don't know," he said musingly, with a tumult of thoughts behind his fixed gaze at Jim "It does not matter now. . . . Still, I imagine your grandfather. . . . Yes, I think we must go." "I'm ready," said Jim, and they two set off at once for Carne, and the others gathered round the fire and talked by snatches of it all, and Gracie mopped her eyes at thought of all those two boys had suffered, and of Jack, and of Jim's poor arm--and everything. "He has become a very fine man," said Sir George. "A man to be proud of, my dear." And Meg kissed her warmly and whispered, "Make him happy, dear!" CHAPTER LXIX "THE RIGHT ONE" A woman from the village opened the door, and stared at Eager and Jim in vast surprise. "How is Mrs. Lee to-night, Mrs. Kenyon?" asked Eager. "'Oo's varry low. 'Oo just lies an' nivver spakes a word." "Well now"--very emphatically--"I want you not to go in, or speak to her, till we come down again. You understand?" "I understand, and I dunnot want to spake to her." They went quietly along the stone passage, past the door of the room where the sick woman lay, and tapped on the door of Sir Denzil's apartments. Kennet opened it with a wide stare, and they went in. Sir Denzil was lingering over his dinner. "So you've got home, Mr. Eager----" he lifted his glass of wine to his health. Then catching sight of Jim behind--"Ah, Jim, my boy, so you've come home at last!" "All that's left of me, sir." "Ah--I see. Well, well! Better half a loaf than no bread." And he stood up and got out his snuff-box, tapped it into good order inside, and extracted a pinch. "I've been expecting you ever since we got news of the fall of Sebastopol. And Jack----? "Jack is dead, sir." "So!" And the grizzled brows went up in inquiry for more. "He was killed by the same shell that took my arm. Why it did not take us both I do not know."