“I must have some one,” said the constable surlily.
“Hey? Have some one?” cried Hopper. “Then have me.”
They followed the old fellow into the dining-room, where a little private inquiry went on; and the result was that soon after they left the house, evidently having forgotten to call Tom’s behaviour into question; while, as for Max, he had not been seen to go, which Dick said was a blessing in disguise, as the encounter might have been painful.
Volume Two—Chapter Fourteen.
Jessie’s Malady.
”‘I cannot forgive myself,’” wrote Tom to Richard Shingle—and the latter read the note aloud—”‘I feel, uncle, that I have wronged her twice in thought most cruelly, and that I dare not hope for her forgiveness till time has enabled me to prove myself more worthy of her—’”
“Read more loudly, and don’t mumble,” said Hopper, who was present.
”‘Tell her, uncle, that I love her dearly—more dearly than ever; and some day, if she has not made another choice, I may come and ask you all, humbly, if you can forget the past, ignore the misfortunes of my family, and give me room to hope that there is a happy future where at present all looks black.’”