"I think I had better wish you good night," he said.
"Look here, Mr.Finn." "Well ?" "I hope you won't go and make more mischief." "I shall not do that, certainly." "You won't tell her what I have said ?" "I shall tell her nothing to make her think that your opinion of her is less high than it ought to be." "Good night." "Good night," said Phineas again; and then he left the room.

It was as yet but nine o'clock, and he had no alternative but to go to bed.
He found his way back into the hall, and from thence up to his own chamber.

But there was no fire there, and the night was cold.

He went to the window, and raised it for a moment, that he might hear the well-remembered sound of the Fall of Linter.

Though the night was dark and wintry, a dismal damp November night, he would have crept out of the house and made his way up to the top of the brae, for the sake of auld lang syne, had he not feared that the inhospitable mansion would be permanently closed against him on his return.