Brooks found him the centre of an animated little group, with a freshly-lit cigar in his mouth, and every appearance of having settled down to spend the night.

He was almost annoyed when Brooks reminded him of his niece.
"God bless my soul, I forgot all about Mary," he exclaimed with vexation.

"She must go and sit somewhere.

I shan't be ready yet.
Henslow wants us to go down to the Bell, and have a bit of supper." "In that case," Brooks said, "you had better allow me to take Miss Scott home, and I will come then to you." "Capital, if you really don't mind," Mr.Bullsom declared.

"Put her in a cab.