Where is Jane ?" "Close by," said Bill.
The President and Honorary Secretary waved farewells and marched away.
Out of the gloom came Jane, somewhat shyly.

He took both her hands and looked upon her, and laughed.

"My dear Jane! What ages since we lost each other!" "Seven years, Mr.Savelli." "'Mr.Savelli!' Rubbish! Paul." "Begging your pardon," said Barney Bill, "but I've got a pal 'ere what I've knowed long before you was born, and he'd like to tell yer how he enjoyed your speech." A tall man, lean and bearded, and apparently very well dressed, came forward.
"This is my old pal, Silas Finn," said Bill.
"Delighted to meet you, Mr.Finn," said Paul, shaking hands.
"I too," said the man gravely.
"Silas Finn's a Councillor of the Borough," said Bill proudly.
"You should have been on the platform," said Paul.
"I attended in my private capacity," replied Mr.Finn.
He effaced himself.

Paul found himself laughing into Barney Bill's twinkling eyes.

"Dear old Bill," he cried, clapping his old friend on the shoulder.