"You're a little hard on me," he said, "when I'm only warning you for your own good.

I don't know why it is, you're not as kind to me here, as you used to be in London.

And I feel it, I do!" He laid himself down on the window seat, and began to cry.
Mrs.Wagner was not the woman to resist this expression of the poor little man's feeling.

In a moment she was at the window comforting him and drying his eyes, as if he had been a child.

And, like a child, Jack took advantage of the impression that he had made.