God bless you! "Tell me, shep-herds, te-e-ell me; tell me-e-e, have you seen (have you seen, have you seen, have you seen) my-y-y Flo-o-ora-a pass this way!"' Melodiously good Minor Canon the Reverend Septimus Crisparkle thus delivers himself, in musical rhythm, as he withdraws his amiable face from the doorway and conveys it down-stairs.
Sounds of recognition and greeting pass between the Reverend Septimus and somebody else, at the stair-foot.

Mr.Jasper listens, starts from his chair, and catches a young fellow in his arms, exclaiming: 'My dear Edwin!' 'My dear Jack! So glad to see you!' 'Get off your greatcoat, bright boy, and sit down here in your own corner.

Your feet are not wet?
Pull your boots off.

Do pull your boots off.' 'My dear Jack, I am as dry as a bone.

Don't moddley-coddley, there's a good fellow.