He had expected such a reception, and just now it neither dismayed nor concerned him.
On the staircase he met Raby.

She looked pale and anxious, but brightened up as she saw him.
"Mr Jeffreys," said she, "are you really up, and none the worse ?" "I am well, thank you," said he, "but very anxious to hear about Percy." "He has had a bad night with his arm, but the doctor says he is going on all right.

What a terrible adventure you had.

Percy told me a little of it.

Oh, Mr Jeffreys, it is all my fault!" Jeffreys could not help smiling.
"By what stretch of ingenuity do you make that out ?" "It was I suggested your coaxing Percy out, you know; I might have been the death of you both." "You did not send the wind, did you, or the mist?
If you did, of course you are quite entitled to all the credit." "Don't laugh about it, please.