I see.

Well, I guess you'd better send him up.

This is comfortable enough, and there won't be nobody but him and me here, either--and I'll be more sartin of it." The landlady, who considered herself snubbed, flounced away.

Captain Elisha stepped to the head of the stairs.
"Come right up, Steve!" he called.
Stephen came.

His uncle ushered him into the room, closed the door, and turned the key.
"Stevie," he said, kindly, "I'm glad to see you.