"Tell Miss Coleman. It's Miss Coleman he wants to see."

"I don't know" said the maid. "He don't look much like a gentleman."

"He is, though; and I know him, and so does Miss Coleman."

The maid could not but remember Diamond, having seen him when he
and his father brought the ladies home. So she believed him,
and went to do what he told her.

What passed in the little parlour when Miss Coleman came down
does not belong to my story, which is all about Diamond.
If he had known that Miss Coleman thought Mr. Evans was dead,
perhaps he would have managed differently. There was a cry
and a running to and fro in the house, and then all was quiet again.

Almost as soon as Mr. Evans went in, the wind began to cease,
and was now still. Diamond found that by making the breeching
just a little tighter than was quite comfortable for the old
horse he could do very well for the present; and, thinking it
better to let him have his bag in this quiet place, he sat
on the box till the old horse should have eaten his dinner.
In a little while Mr. Evans came out, and asked him to come in.
Diamond obeyed, and to his delight Miss Coleman put her arms round
him and kissed him, and there was payment for him! Not to mention
the five precious shillings she gave him, which he could not refuse
because his mother wanted them so much at home for his father.
He left them nearly as happy as they were themselves.