I thank you very much.' This was equal to John's most sanguine expectations; but he would have preferred Mr Haredale's looking at him when he spoke, as if he really did thank him, to his walking up and down, speaking by fits and starts, often stopping with his eyes fixed on the ground, moving hurriedly on again, like one distracted, and seeming almost unconscious of what he said or did.
This, however, was his manner; and it was so embarrassing to John that he sat quite passive for a long time, not knowing what to do.

At length he rose.

Mr Haredale stared at him for a moment as though he had quite forgotten his being present, then shook hands with him, and opened the door.

Hugh, who was, or feigned to be, fast asleep on the ante-chamber floor, sprang up on their entrance, and throwing his cloak about him, grasped his stick and lantern, and prepared to descend the stairs.
'Stay,' said Mr Haredale.

'Will this man drink ?' 'Drink! He'd drink the Thames up, if it was strong enough, sir, replied John Willet.