Perhaps because Harry had come to an end of his money? Perhaps Harry had finished it all buying that Punch which his mother had taken from him?
“If I was sure of that, and if I knew where he was, I’d walk all the world over till I found him,” thought Jack; and wondered how he could make out where Harry was gone. No one ever even spoke of Harry. Who could he ask? He asked his groom one morning when he had halted under a tree very early in the Park.
“I have no idea, sir, where Lord Brancepeth is,” said the groom, who was a miracle of discretion.
“Couldn’t you ask?” said Jack.
“I don’t think I could, sir.”
“Wherever he is, he’s got Cuckoopint.”
“Has he indeed, sir?”
“Yes; because he promised. He always keeps a promise.”
“That’s a very good quality, sir.”
“He’s all good,” said Jack solemnly.