Abreast of the boat, beside the angle of the Orphanage wall, he halted for his rider to alight, and began to nose for herbage among the nettles.

Nor did he betray surprise when Mr.Mortimer, after a glance down the towpath towards the iron bridge and the tram-lights passing there, walked off and left him to browse.
Fifteen minutes passed.

The last flush of sunset had died out of the sky, and twilight was deepening rapidly, when Mr.Mortimer came strolling back.

Apparently--since he came empty-handed--his search for a saucepan had been unsuccessful.

Yet patently the disappointment had not affected his spirits, for at sight of Old Jubilee still cropping in the dusk he stood still and gave utterance to a lively whoop.
The effect of this sobered him.