You might, have noticed his name upon the door-plate if you had looked! Do you wish to see him ?" "I do.

Tell him that I am an old friend, just come from America." Luke Tulliver went into the parlour behind the half-glass door, Norton Percival following upon him closely.

He heard the old man's voice saying, "I have no friend in America; but you may tell the person to come in; I will see him." The voice trembled a little; and the silversmith had raised himself from his chair, and was looking eagerly towards the door as Norton Percival entered, not caring to wait for any more formal invitation.

The two men faced each other silently in the dim light from one candle on the mantelpiece, Jacob Nowell looking intently at the bearded face of his visitor.
"You can go, Tulliver," he said sharply to the shopman.

"I wish to be alone with this gentleman." Luke Tulliver departed with his usual reluctant air, closing the door as slowly as it was possible for him to close it, and staring at the stranger till the last moment that it was possible for him to stare.
When he was gone the old man took the candle from the mantelpiece, and held it up before the bearded face of the traveller.
"Yes, yes, yes," he said slowly; "at last! It is you, Percival, my only son.