“Very well,” returned Tom. “When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don’t take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan’t put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he’ll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand.”

He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a buttonhole of Stephen’s coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner.

“I understand, sir,” said Stephen.

“Now look here!” repeated Tom. “Be sure you don’t make any mistake then, and don’t forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in view, and she’ll approve, I know. Now look here! You’re all right, are you? You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!”