"He wants to stay; that's plain.

You wouldn't find a youngster of fourteen sit all these hours without a kick of the foot against the table-leg unless the conversation entertained him.

Let him stay, Feversham!" For once General Feversham relaxed the iron discipline under which the boy lived.
"Very well," said he.

"Harry shall have an hour's furlough from his bed.
A single hour won't make much difference." Harry's eyes turned toward his father, and just for a moment rested upon his face with a curious steady gaze.

It seemed to Sutch that they uttered a question, and, rightly or wrongly, he interpreted the question into words:-- "Are you blind ?" But General Feversham was already talking to his neighbours, and Harry quietly sat down, and again propping his chin upon his hands, listened with all his soul.