“I expect him every instant, sir,” said Arabella. “I persuaded him to take a walk this morning. He is very low and wretched at not having heard from his father.”

“Low, is he?” said the old gentlemen. “Serve him right!”

“He feels it on my account, I am afraid,” said Arabella; “and indeed, Sir, I feel it deeply on his. I have been the sole means of bringing him to his present condition.”

“Don’t mind it on his account, my dear,” said the old gentleman. “It serves him right. I am glad of it⁠—actually glad of it, as far as he is concerned.”

The words were scarcely out of the old gentleman’s lips, when footsteps were heard ascending the stairs, which he and Arabella seemed both to recognise at the same moment. The little gentleman turned pale; and, making a strong effort to appear composed, stood up, as Mr. Winkle entered the room.