After a few moments' chat Hawbury also retired, and made the Baron go with him.

And the Baron went without any urging.

He insisted, however, on shaking hands heartily with both of the ladies, especially Minnie, whose poor little hand he nearly crushed into a pulp; and to the latter he whispered the consoling assurance that he would come to see her on the following day.

After which he followed his friend out.
Then he took Hawbury over to his own quarters, and Hawbury made himself very much at home in a rocking-chair, which the Baron regarded as the pride and joy and glory of his room.
"By Jove!" cried Hawbury.

"This is deuced odd, do you know, old chap; and I can't imagine how the mischief you got here!" This led to long explanations, and a long conversation, which was protracted far into the night, to the immense enjoyment of both of the friends.
The Baron was, as Lord Hawbury had said, an old friend.