Austengotasfarasthedoor，castanotherlookbackathisfather，——whowassittingmotionless，withheadbowed，aswhenhecame，——andwentout。
SoMr。Vaneremainedforafullminuteafterthedoorhadclosed，andthenheraisedhisheadsharplyandgaveapiercingglanceatthecurtainsthatseparatedNumberSevenfromthegovernor\'sroom。Inthreestrideshehadreachedthem，flungthemopen，andthefoldingdoorsbehindthem，alreadypartedbyfourinches。Thegaswasturnedlow，butunderthechandelierwasthefigureofayoungmanstrugglingwithanovercoat。TheHonourableHilarydidnothesitate，butcameforwardwithaswiftnessthatparalyzedtheyoungman，whoturneduponhimafaceonwhichwasmeanttobewrittensurpriseandajustindignation，butinrealitywasamixtureofimpudenceandpallidfright。TheHonourableHilary，toweringabovehim，andwiththatgriponhisarm，wasaformidableperson。
“Listening，wereyou，Ham？“hedemanded。
“No，“criedMr。Tooting，withavehemencehemeantforforce。“No，I
wasn\'t。Listeningtowho？“