Don't you understand, Temple?
This letter's from my father.

He knows I'm here.

I'll find him, never mind what happens.' 'Yes, but,' said Temple, 'if he knows where you are, and you don't know where he is, there's no good in your going off adventuring.

If a fellow wants to be hit, the best thing he can do is to stop still.' Struck by the perspicacity of his views, I turned homeward.

Temple had been previously warned by me to avoid speaking of my father at Riversley; but I was now in such a boiling state of happiness, believing that my father would certainly appear as he had done at Dipwell farm, brilliant and cheerful, to bear me away to new scenes and his own dear society, that I tossed the valentine to my aunt across the breakfast-table, laughing and telling her to guess the name of the sender.