I'll find the way.

I don't want a light; I reckon my eyes ain't as bright nor as young as his, but they'll see almost as far in the dark--he-he!" And, nodding to Brother Carter, he strode along the passage, and with no other introduction than a playful and preliminary "Boo!" burst into one of the rooms.

Low, who by the light of a single candle was bending over the plates of a large quarto, merely raised his eyes and looked at the intruder.

The young man's natural imperturbability, always exasperating to Wynn, seemed accented that morning by contrast with his own over-acted animation.
"Ah ha!--wasting the midnight oil instead of imbibing the morning dews," said Father Wynn archly, illustrating his metaphor with a movement of his hand to his lips.

"What have we here ?" "An anonymous gift," replied Low simply, recognizing the father of Nellie by rising from his chair.