They rode back to the Maypole without exchanging a syllable, and arrived at the door with heavy hearts.
Old John, who had peeped from behind the red curtain as they rode up shouting for Hugh, was out directly, and said with great importance as he held the young man's stirrup, 'He's comfortable in bed--the best bed.

A thorough gentleman; the smilingest, affablest gentleman I ever had to do with.' 'Who, Willet ?' said Edward carelessly, as he dismounted.
'Your worthy father, sir,' replied John.

'Your honourable, venerable father.' 'What does he mean ?' said Edward, looking with a mixture of alarm and doubt, at Joe.
'What DO you mean ?' said Joe.

'Don't you see Mr Edward doesn't understand, father ?' 'Why, didn't you know of it, sir ?' said John, opening his eyes wide.
'How very singular! Bless you, he's been here ever since noon to-day, and Mr Haredale has been having a long talk with him, and hasn't been gone an hour.' 'My father, Willet!' 'Yes, sir, he told me so--a handsome, slim, upright gentleman, in green-and-gold.

In your old room up yonder, sir.