I'll send for you, never fear.

Yes, the right sleeve first, and now my hat and umbrella.

Ah, here they are.

Now, good night, my boy, and thank you for letting me come." "You know I dare not go down with you," explained Jack with a smile.
"Oh, yes--I know--I know.

Good night--" and the sharp, quick tread of the old man grew fainter and fainter as he descended the stairs.
Jack waited, craning his head, until he caught a glimpse of the glistening head as it passed once more under the lantern, then he went into his room and shut the door.
Had he followed behind his guest he would have witnessed a little comedy which would have gone far in wiping clean all trace of his uncle's disparaging remarks of the morning.