I thank you all." This was all that could be extracted from this graceless young man, and the unsatisfactory interview was shortly afterwards terminated by Mrs Rimbolt's requesting him to go and tell Walker to bring some more coals for the fire.
His conduct was freely discussed when he was gone.

Mrs Rimbolt looked upon it as a slight put upon herself, and was proportionately wrathful.
Mrs Scarfe, more amiable, imagined that it was useless to look for gratitude among persons of Jeffreys' class in life.

Scarfe himself said that, from what he knew of Jeffreys, he would have been surprised had he shown himself possessed of any good feelings.

Percy, considerably puzzled, suggested that he was "chawed up with his ducking." And Raby, still more perplexed, said nothing, and hardly knew what to think.
The next day, as Scarfe was smoking in the park, Jeffreys overtook him.
A night's rest had a good deal softened the librarian's spirit.

He was ashamed of himself for not having done his rescuer common justice, and had followed him now to tell him as much.
"Scarfe," said he, "you will have considered I was ungrateful yesterday." "You were just what I expected you would be." "I am sorry," said Jeffreys, now beginning to feel he had better far have said nothing, yet resolved, now he had begun, to go through with it, "and I wish to thank you now." Scarfe laughed.
"It is I who should be grateful for this condescension," said he sneeringly.