"Nothing! You didn't carry this to the young lady in there and get her answer ?" "No, sir!" answered the captive, earnestly.
"Cross my heart I didn't.

I found it!" Slowly the corrugations of anger were levelled from the magnate's face, the white heat cooled, and the prisoner marvelled to find himself in the presence of an urbane gentleman whose placidity made the scene of a moment ago appear some trick of distorted vision.

And yet, curious to behold, Mr.Carewe's fingers shook even more violently than before, as he released the boy's shoulder and gave him a friendly tap on the head, at the same time smiling benevolently.
"There, there," he said, bestowing a wink upon the youngster.

"It's all right; it doesn't matter--only I think I see the chance of a jest in this.

You wait, while I read this little note, this message that you found!" He ended by winking again with the friendliest drollery.
He turned his back to the boy, and opened the note; continuing to stand in that position while he read the two messages.