But Guy Oscard stopped, and walked more slowly beside Meredith as he laboured along heavy footed.
"They are the jolliest little souls imaginable," continued Jack Meredith.

"There," he said to them when they had reached the doorstep, "run away to your mother--very fine ride--no! no more to-night! I'm aweary--you understand--aweary!" "Aweary--awe-e-e-ary!" repeated the little things, standing before him in infantile nude rotundity, looking up with bright eyes.
"Aweary--that is it.

Good night, Epaminondas--good night, Xantippe! Give ye good hap, most stout Nestorius!" He stooped and gravely shook hands with each one in turn, and, after forcing a like ceremonial upon Guy Oscard, they reluctantly withdrew.
"They have not joined us, I suppose ?" said Oscard, as he followed his companion into the house.
"Not yet.

They live in this place.

Nestorius, I understand, takes care of his mother, who, in her turn, takes care of this house.