The Sergeant remained in his place, and said something about enjoying the smell of the garden at night.

I left him to his enjoyment.

Just as I was turning in at the door, I heard "The Last Rose of Summer" at the wicket-gate.

Sergeant Cuff had made another discovery! And my young lady's window was at the bottom of it this time! The latter reflection took me back again to the Sergeant, with a polite intimation that I could not find it in my heart to leave him by himself.
"Is there anything you don't understand up there ?" I added, pointing to Miss Rachel's window.
Judging by his voice, Sergeant Cuff had suddenly risen again to the right place in his own estimation.

"You are great people for betting in Yorkshire, are you not ?" he asked.
"Well ?" I said.