At last, when the carriage stopped before an imposing brown stone house, Jack helped them out, and entered the club with the shabby little brown figure on his arm. "Just wait here a few minutes," he said, "until I make myself presentable."
He stationed them on a luxurious sofa, and ran off to the dressing-rooms.
The old man looked after him fondly. "I didn't think Jack would be ashamed of us, Mother," he said.
"No, Father, and he ain't."
"My, ain't this a grand place?"
Half awed, they gazed at the rich furnishings in silence. "Seems like heaven don't it?" he murmured.
"Makes me think more of the chapter in Solomon," she replied.
"How's that, Mother?"
The little old lady looked up at him, her face shining with ineffable happiness, and repeated softly:
"'He led me into his banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.'"