"But I want, in the young lady's name, to know. You may trust me. No one else shall hear."
"Ah, but I don't know," replies Jo, shaking his head fearfully, "as he DON'T hear."
"Why, he is not in this place."
"Oh, ain't he though?" says Jo. "He's in all manner of places, all at wanst."
Allan looks at him in perplexity, but discovers some real meaning and good faith at the bottom of this bewildering reply. He patiently awaits an explicit answer; and Jo, more baffled by his patience than by anything else, at last desperately whispers a name in his ear.

"You may trust me. No one else shall hear."
"Ah, but he might hear," replies Jo, shaking his head fearfully.
"Why, he is not in this place."
"Oh, ain't he though?" says Jo. "He's in all manner of places, all at once."
Allan looks at him in perplexity, until Jo at last desperately whispers a name in his ear.
