Shall we ever forget this night of sweet and tender talk ?" When she was gone, he began to be aware of footsteps overhead in the old man's room.

What was he going to do?
Arnold waited at the door.
Presently the door opened, and he heard careful steps upon the stairs.
They were the steps of Mr.Emblem himself.

He was fully dressed, with his usual care and neatness, his black silk stock buckled behind, and his white hair brushed.
"Ah, Mr.Arbuthnot," he said cheerfully, "you are early this morning!" as if it was quite a usual thing for his friends to look in at six in the morning.
"You are going down to the shop, Mr.Emblem ?" "Yes, certainly--to the shop.

Pray come with me." Arnold followed him.
"I have just remembered," said the old man, "that last night we did not look on the floor.

I will have one more search for the letter, and then, if I cannot find it, I will write it all out--every word.