But, there, I won't say anything about it, for the library door was
shut, and of course I could only be supposed to know what took place
from seeing some eyes looking rather red, and hearing noses blown rather
loudly, besides knowing that all three boys wanted dry pocket
handkerchiefs, when at last they did come out of the library, Mr Inglis
shaking hands with them as he closed the door.
As they stood upon the mat outside, "I say," said Harry, with a great
gulp something like a sob, "I say, ain't he a jolly father?"