I may be a fool for concerning myself about a young muff like you; but anyhow I've told you what I think of you.

So good-night, young un." He left abruptly, before even I could say good-night, or thank him.
That night, as I walked home solitary, I felt more humble and less satisfied with myself than I had done for many a month.
One good sign was that I was by no means disposed this time to launch out into the extravagant resolutions to turn over a new leaf which had marked my former repentances.

In fact, I said to myself, I won't resolve to do anything; but, God helping me, do something I will.

And the first thing to do would be to get back my old friend Smith.

For since I lost him everything had gone wrong with me.
And yet, now, how was it possible for me even to speak to him?
In the midst of these reflections I reached Style Street, where I suddenly became aware that something unusual was taking place.