I tried last night and I could n't do it.

I brought it down to see if you could." "Oh, thank you! I'd love to," rejoiced the boy.

And in the fascination of the marvel of finding one fantastic bit that fitted another, David apparently forgot all about Mr.Jack--which seemed not unpleasing to his Lady of the Roses.
It was not until nearly a week later that David had his wish of seeing his Mr.Jack and his Lady of the Roses meet at his bedside.

It was the day Miss Holbrook brought to him the wonderful set of handsomely bound "Waverley Novels." He was still glorying in his new possession, in fact, when Mr.Jack appeared suddenly in the doorway.
"Hullo my boy, I just--Oh, I beg your pardon.

I supposed you were--alone," he stammered, looking very red indeed.
"He is--that is, he will be, soon--except for you, Mr.Gurnsey," smiled Miss Holbrook, very brightly.