Evan was troubled by what he had seen up-stairs, and did not speak till Jack looked up and said, 'Oh, there you are.' 'Well, what do you think, Jack ?' 'Yes--it's all right,' Raikes rejoined in most matter-of-course tone, and then he stepped to the window, and puffed a very deep breath indeed, and glanced from the straight line of the street to the heavens, with whom, injured as he was, he felt more at home now that he knew them capable of miracles.
'Is it a bad joke played upon me ?' said Evan.
Raikes upset a chair.

'It's quite childish.

You're made a gentleman for life, and you ask if it's a joke played upon you! It's maddening! There--there goes my hat!' With a vehement kick, Mr.Raikes despatched his ancient head-gear to the other end of the room, saying that he must have some wine, and would; and disdainful was his look at Evan, when the latter attempted to reason him into economy.

He ordered the wine; drank a glass, which coloured a new mood in him; and affecting a practical manner, said: 'I confess I have been a little hurt with you, Harrington.

You left me stranded on the desert isle.