"Zounds, my dear Harry--Harry, my dear boy, you're welcome a thousand times, ten thousand times.

Stand off a little till I look at you; fine young fellow, and your mother's image.

Gadzooks, I was stupid as a block not to know you; but who would have dreamed of it.

There, I say--hallo, Jenny!--come here, all of you; here is Harry at last.

Are you all deaf, or asleep ?" These words he shouted out at the top of his voice, and in a few minutes his mother, Charles, and his sister Maria entered the room, the two latter in a state of transport.
"Here, Jenny, here he is; you have the first claim; confound it, Charley, Maria, don't strangle the boy; ha, ha, ha!" In fact, the precaution, so far as the affectionate brother and sister were concerned, was anything but needless.