You won't come in ?' 'My company wait,' said Jasper, with a smile.
The Minor Canon disappears, and in a few moments returns.

As he thought, Mr.Neville has not come back; indeed, as he remembers now, Mr.Neville said he would probably go straight to the gatehouse.
'Bad manners in a host!' says Jasper.

'My company will be there before me! What will you bet that I don't find my company embracing ?' 'I will bet--or I would, if ever I did bet,' returns Mr.Crisparkle, 'that your company will have a gay entertainer this evening.' Jasper nods, and laughs good-night! He retraces his steps to the Cathedral door, and turns down past it to the gatehouse.

He sings, in a low voice and with delicate expression, as he walks along.

It still seems as if a false note were not within his power to-night, and as if nothing could hurry or retard him.