Mr. Guppy's mother returned with Caddy (now making me the recipient of her silent laughter and her nudges), and we took our leave. Mr. Guppy saw us to the door with the air of one who was either imperfectly awake or walking in his sleep; and we left him there, staring.

Mr. Guppy's mother returned with Caddy, and we took our leave. Mr. Guppy saw us to the door with the air of a sleep-walker; and we left him there, staring.
