You see he couldn't well get into much mischief with that collar on.

If he went in for turn-downs I'd be afraid of him." The bell cut further conversation short, and in another minute Horace and Reginald were walking arm-in-arm in the street outside.
There was much to talk about, much to lament over, and a little to rejoice over.

Horace felt half guilty as he told his brother of his good fortune, and the easy quarters into which he had fallen.

But Reginald was in too defiant a mood to share these regrets as much as he would have done at any other time.

As long as Durfy wanted to get rid of him, so long was he determined to stay where he was, and meanwhile in young Gedge he had some one to look after, which would make the drudgery of his daily work tolerable.
Horace did not altogether like it, but he knew it was no use arguing then on the subject.