How he would behave now, a guest in the father's house, I could not imagine.

Fool that I was! I was always doubting my friend! "Why, how is this," said Mr Hawkesbury, "you seem to know one another ?" "Yes," said I, "Hawkesbury here is at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's with Smith and me." "How very curious!" said the clergyman; "and, to be sure, I neither knew your names, nor you mine.

Well, as you all know one another, I needn't introduce you." "Father," said Hawkesbury, standing still at the door, "I want to speak to you a moment, please." "Yes, presently; but come in now, Edward, we are waiting to begin supper.

Now, what an odd coincidence to come across you in this way!" "I want to speak to you, father," again said Hawkesbury.
The father looked vexed as he turned towards his son.
Smith rose at the same moment and said, holding out his hand to Mr Hawkesbury, "I think, if you will excuse us, we had better go, sir." "What, before supper! why, how is this ?" "I think your son would rather not have us here," said Jack, solemnly.
The father looked in amazement, first at us, then at his son, who once more asked to speak to his father.
The good man, in evident bewilderment, begged us to excuse him for a moment.

But Jack, taking my arm once more, said, before our host could leave the room, "Good-night, sir.