All this apart, and with the rapidity of lightning.
'His name is Jarvis, father, and we must keep him with us,' said
Silver.
'Yes, dear, as long as he wishes to stay; but no doubt he has home and friends waiting for him.'
They went within, Silver leading the way. Old Fog's eyes gleamed and his hands were clinched. The younger man watched him warily.
'I have been showing Jarvis all my dresses, father, and he thinks them beautiful.'
'They certainly are remarkable,' observed Waring, coolly.
Old Fog's hands dropped, he glanced nervously towards the visitor.
'What have you brought for me to-night, father dear?'
'Nothing, child; that is, nothing of any consequence. But it is growing late; run off to your nest'
'O no, papa, you have had no supper, nor—'