I did not leave Number 3 without a standing invitation to come in whenever I liked, or without painful apologies for the contumacy of Mamie.
Redwood and I had just reached the bridge when some one confronted us whom I recognised at once as Mr Jarman.
"Ah, Redwood, you've a meeting on.

Who's this boy?
Ah, I remember-- Jones iv.

What did I say to you yesterday, Jones ?" "Jones has been to tea at my house," said the captain, with a flush, and looking less amiable than I had yet seen him.
"It's after hours," said Mr Jarman, coolly.

"I cautioned him yesterday.

A hundred lines, Jones iv., by to-morrow evening." "It's not his fault," said Redwood; "I gave him leave, sir." "We need not discuss this, Redwood," said Mr Jarman, and walked away.
I felt quite sufficiently avenged when I saw the captain's face.