I shall be there in an hour." And so he was: but in that one hour events had occurred that I shall leave Mr.Bayne to relate.
During dinner neither of the friends wasted much time in talk; but after dinner, Bayne produced a bottle of port, notwithstanding Henry's remonstrances at being treated like a stranger, and it soon became apparent that the host himself was not in the habit of drinking that generous mixture every day.

At the second glass he so far forgot himself as to utter the phrase "Eternal friendship," and, soon after, he began to writhe in his chair, and, at last, could no longer refrain himself, but told Henry that Miss Carden had been canvassing customers.

She had just sent in six orders for sets of carving-tools, all for friends of her own.
Henry colored to the temples at this unexpected proof that she he loved thought of him too.
"Oh, Bayne," cried the poor young man, almost choking, "I little thought--God bless her!" "Let us drink her health," said Bayne, excitedly.
"Ah, that I will!" and this was the first glass Henry drank honestly.
"Now, Little, I'm not doing quite right, you know; but I MUST tell you.
When we lost you--you know that set of tools the Union dropped in our yard--well, he sent them to London for yours." "That is just like him," said Henry, bitterly.
"And I'll tell you a good joke; they were in the place when you called, only not unpacked till just before I came away.

Returned, sir! with a severe reprimand.

'Wonder you should send us such things as these for carving-tools by Little.