"I think he'd have seen him home, if it hadn't been for the brook."
"Courteous beast. He saw him as far as that, did he?"
"He saw him half-way across."
I regret to say I laughed so immoderately that I never noticed that Berry had entered the room, until he clapped me on the shoulder.
"It was a neat revenge," said that gentleman; "very neat, my boy. But you deserve six months for it."
"Hang it," I said, "you seem to think I—"
"I should certainly have haunted you," said Berry.
Six weeks had sloped by.
The train ran slowly into the station. I got out. Then I remembered my umbrella and got back. Then I got out again. "Porter," I said.
The individual addressed turned round, and I saw it was the station-master. For a few moments he regarded me with indignation, obviously wondering whether he would be exceeding his duty if he ordered me to be flung to the engine. Two inspectors hovered longingly near him. Then he said "Chut!" and turned away.