“The matter is, that I wish to go to bed, and wish to see you in bed before I go myself.”
“Yes, brother John, if you please, certainly. Where’s my bed? I do believe I have been asleep.”
“Humph! I have no doubt upon the subject,” replied John Forster, lighting another candle. “Come this way, brother Nicholas,” and they both ascended the stairs.
When Mr John Forster arrived at the door of his own room, on the first story, he stopped. “Now, brother Nicholas, are you quite awake? Do you think that I may trust you with a candle?”
“I should hope so,” replied Nicholas; “I see that it is silver, but I hope I’m honest, brother John.”
“Humph! I mean, can I trust you to put it out?”
“Yes, I think that you may. Pray which is my room?”
“The first door on the left, when you are at the top of the stairs.”
“The first door.”
“Yes, the first on the left; do you understand?”