Seven o'clock struck.

They were taken downstairs by Nurse, who had her evening out.

Rose, the housemaid, would sit with Master Jeremy.
Doors closed, doors opened, voices echoed, carriage-wheels were heard.
Jeremy and Hamlet were left to themselves...
III The last door had closed, and the sudden sense that everyone had gone and that he might behave now as he pleased, removed the armour in which all day he had encased himself.
He raised his head, looked about the deserted nursery, and then, with the sudden consciousness of that other lighted and busied place where Whittington was pursuing his adventures, he burst into tears.

He sobbed, his head down upon his arms, and his body squeezed together so that his knees were close to his nose and his hair in his boots.

Hamlet restored him to himself.