He tried to speak, but the lips refused to move.

For an instant St.George thought he would sink to the floor.
"You say--Harry...

is here!" he stammered out at last, catching wildly at Temple's other hand to steady himself.
"Yes, he came across Todd by the merest accident or he would have gone to the Eastern Shore to look me up.

Listen!--that's his step now! Turn that door knob and hold out your hands to him, and after you've got your arms around him get down on your knees and thank your God that you've got such a son! I do, every hour I live!" The door swung wide and Harry strode in: his eyes glistening, his cheeks aglow.
"Up, are you, and in your clothes!" he cried joyfully, all the freshness of the morning in his voice.

"Well, that's something like! How do you like me now ?--smooth as a marlinspike and my hair trimmed in the latest fashion, so old Bones says.