He thought, if the young man were really going down for good, as he had understood this morning, it was only his plain duty to say a few tactful words about responsibility and steadiness.

That ridiculous auction would serve as his text.
* * * * * Mr.Mackintosh paused an instant, as he always did, before saying "Come in!" to the knock on the door (I think he thought it helped to create a little impression of importance).

Then he said it; and Frank walked in.
"Good evening, Mr.Guiseley....

Yes; please sit down.

I understood from you this morning that you wished for your _exeat_." "Please," said Frank.
"Just so," said Mr.Mackintosh, drawing the _exeat_ book--resembling the butt of a check-book--towards him.