There is something of the tiger in his dark blood.' 'Ah!' thinks Mr.Crisparkle, 'so he said!' 'You, my dear sir,' pursues Jasper, taking his hand, 'even you, have accepted a dangerous charge.' 'You need have no fear for me, Jasper,' returns Mr.Crisparkle, with a quiet smile.

'I have none for myself.' 'I have none for myself,' returns Jasper, with an emphasis on the last pronoun, 'because I am not, nor am I in the way of being, the object of his hostility.

But you may be, and my dear boy has been.

Good night!' Mr.Crisparkle goes in, with the hat that has so easily, so almost imperceptibly, acquired the right to be hung up in his hall; hangs it up; and goes thoughtfully to bed..