He knew very exactly her hours of recitation and at last she came, her arms filled with books, moving with such stately step she seemed a woman, tall and sedate.

She perceived Jack waiting, but was not alarmed, for she comprehended something of his goodness and timidity.
He took off his cap with awkward formality.

"Miss Yardwell, may I speak with you a moment ?" "Certainly, Mr.Burns," she replied, quite as formally as he.
He fell into step with her and walked on.
"You know--my chum--" he began, breathing hard, "my chum, Harry Excell, is in jail.

You see, he had a fight with a great big chap, Clint Slocum, and Clint struck Harry with a whip.

Of course Harry couldn't stand that and he cut Clint with his knife; of course he had to do it, for you see Clint was big as two of him and he'd just badgered the life out of Harry for a month, and so they jugged Harry, and he's there--in jail--and I suppose you've seen him; he's a fine-looking chap, dark hair, well built.