Long afterwards he had cause to remember how Jasper sprang from the couch in a delirious state between sleeping and waking, and crying out: 'What is the matter?
Who did it ?' 'It is only I, Jasper.

I am sorry to have disturbed you.' The glare of his eyes settled down into a look of recognition, and he moved a chair or two, to make a way to the fireside.
'I was dreaming at a great rate, and am glad to be disturbed from an indigestive after-dinner sleep.

Not to mention that you are always welcome.' 'Thank you.

I am not confident,' returned Mr.Crisparkle, as he sat himself down in the easy-chair placed for him, 'that my subject will at first sight be quite as welcome as myself; but I am a minister of peace, and I pursue my subject in the interests of peace.

In a word, Jasper, I want to establish peace between these two young fellows.' A very perplexed expression took hold of Mr.Jasper's face; a very perplexing expression too, for Mr.Crisparkle could make nothing of it.
'How ?' was Jasper's inquiry, in a low and slow voice, after a silence.
'For the "How" I come to you.