I warrant thee, Robert, thou wast a merry 'prentice once thyself." "That I never was," said Master Walgrave, with an acid face; "but get in with you, sirrah, and to bed.

I had a mind to leave you on the other side of the door this night, to cool your hot blood." And he bolted the door, whilst I slunk up to my garret.
Peter Stoupe was already asleep and snoring; and as he lay clean across the bed, I must needs arouse him to take his own side and make room for me.
"What, Humphrey!--I give God thanks to see thee back," said he, drowsily; "I feared something was amiss.

There was a rumour that you lodged this night in Newgate." "You listened to a lie, then," said I.
"And it is not true, is it, that you naughtily assaulted a gentleman of the Court ?" "And what if I did ?" I demanded.
"Alas! Humphrey, think of the trouble it is like to bring on our good master and mistress.

Have you no thought for anyone but yourself?
Yet, I give thanks thou art safe, so--far--my--good--Humpi--" and here he rolled off to sleep and left me in quiet.
Yet not in peace, for I could not sleep that night for many an hour.
For my life seemed to have taken a strange turn round since morning.
Before to-day I had thought the 'prentice's life the merriest life in the world.

I had cared for nobody, and it had troubled me little if nobody cared for me.