They saw him no more.

But it was given to the respectable inhabitants of a crescent near Regent's Park, about half an hour later, to witness the strange spectacle of a big young man, carrying a small baby in his arms and a big one on his shoulder--for Tim had turned restive on his hands-- walk solemnly along the footpath till he reached the door of Colonel Atherton's, where he rang.
The colonel and Raby had a queer tea-party that evening.

When the meal was ended, Jeffreys was called upon to put his infants to bed, and a wonderful experience to those small mortals was the warm bath and the feather-bed to which they were severally introduced.

Jeffreys was thankful that the baby was restless, and gave him an excuse for remaining in retirement most of the evening.

At length, however, silence reigned; and he had no further excuse.
Entering the parlour, he perceived almost with a shock that Mr Rimbolt was there.