Jeffreys slept for the last time between the babies, and could scarcely believe, when he awoke, that he was not still in Storr Alley.
Still less could Tim when he awoke realise where he was.

For the John he was accustomed to stood no longer in his weather-beaten, tattered garments, but in the respectable librarian's suit which he had left behind him at Clarges Street, and which now, by some mysterious agency, found itself transferred to his present room.
Tim resented the change, and bellowed vehemently for the space of an hour, being joined at intervals by his younger brother, and egged on by the mocking laughter of young Forrester, who was enjoying the exhibition from the adjoining chamber.
For once Jeffreys could do nothing with his disorderly infants, and was compelled finally to carry them down one under each arm, to the sitting- room, where Raby came to the rescue, and thus established her claim on their allegiance for a week or so to come.
In a strange turmoil of feelings Jeffreys at mid-day walked to Euston.
Mr Rimbolt was there with Percy's travelling bag and the tickets, but he did not remain till the train from Watford came in.
"I may be running down to the North myself in about a fortnight," said he, as he bade good-bye; "we can leave business till then--good-bye." The train came in at last.

Jeffreys could see the boy pacing in a nonchalant way down the platform, evidently expecting anything but this meeting.
His eyes seemed by some strange perversity even to avoid the figure which stood waiting for him; nor was it till Jeffreys quietly stepped in front of him, and said "Percy," that they took him in and blazed forth a delighted recognition.
"Jeff," he said, "you've come back--really ?" "Yes, really." "To stay--for good ?" "For good--old fellow." Percy heaved a sight of mighty content as he slipped his arm into that of his friend.

And half an hour later the two were whizzing northwards on their way to Wildtree, with their troubles all behind them..