'Yes, that's right. He's coming at about seven o'clock,' the old man said. 'But perhaps this rain. Mr White did not finish because just then the young man heard a noise,' his father answered, but he got up from his chair and went to open the front door. Mrs White got up too and began to put things away. Mr White said, ' Come in, come in, Tom. It's wonderful to see you again. What a bad night! Give me your coat and then come into the living-room. It's nice and warm in there.' The front door was open, and in the living-room Mrs White and Herbert felt the cold. Then Mr White came back into the living-room with a big, red-faced man. 'This is Tom Morris,' Mr White told his wife and son. 'We were friends when we were young. We worked together before Tom went to India. Tom, this is my wife and this is our son, Herbert.' 'pleased to meet you,' Tom Morris said. 'pleased to meet you, Mr Morris,' Mrs White answered. 'please come and sit down.' 'Yes, come on, Tom,' Mr White said. 'over here. It's nice and warm.'