It was on Saturday night that Godfrey Sherwood came at length to Warburton's lodgings.

Reaching home between twelve and one o'clock Will saw a man who paced the pavement near Mrs.Wick's door; the man, at sight of him, hastened forward; there were exclamations of surprise and of pleasure.
"I came first of all at nine o'clock," said Sherwood.

"The landlady said you wouldn't be back before midnight, so I came again.

Been to the theatre, I suppose ?" "Yes," answered Will, "taking part in a play called 'The Grocer's Saturday Night.' "I'd forgotten.

Poor old fellow! You won't have much more of _that_ thank Heaven!--Are you too tired to talk to-night ?" "No, no; come in." The house was silent and dark.