He was recovering somewhat of his spontaneous boyhood; at the same time, reaching after a new ideal of existence which only ripened manhood could appreciate.
Snowdon returned at eleven; it alarmed Sidney to find how late he had allowed himself to remain, and he began shaping apologies.

But the old man had nothing but the familiar smile and friendly words.
'Haven't you given Mr.Kirkwood any supper ?' he asked of Jane, looking at the table.
'I really forgot all about it, grandfather,' was the laughing reply.
Then Snowdon laughed, and Sidney joined in the merriment; but he would not be persuaded to stay longer..