"Oh, Godfrey, do get him away upstairs! He's tired out, that's what it is.

Unfortunately the cat belongs to him, and he's very fond of her--he's almost as fond of Josephine as he is of Flick." Radmore put his hand on his godson's shoulder.

"Come, Timmy, don't cry.
It's unmanly." But Timmy, instead of making an effort to control himself, wrenched himself away and ran down the long corridor towards the kitchen.

Even as a tiny child he had hated to be caught crying.
There followed an absurd scene at the front door, Jack and Rosamund almost quarrelling as to which of them should accompany Mrs.Crofton home.

In the end they had both gone, and Janet, ordering everyone else to bed, sat up, wearily awaiting their return, for neither of them had thought of taking a latchkey.
Poor Janet! Her thoughts were sad and worried thoughts, as she waited, trying to read, in the drawing-room.