“You’re a noble fellow,” said Mr. Pottles, in tones of emotion.
“Indeed, yes,” said Dora, with an adoring glance.
“There, let us say no more about it,” pursued Adrian magnanimously. “I have my reward,” and he returned Dora’s glance behind Mr. Pottles’ broad back.
The next time he met Peter, he said, “I am really immensely indebted to you, old fellow. My uncle has come down handsome, and if the monkey now would be conv——”
“By Gad, yes!” said Peter. He took it in crisp notes, and carefully pocketed them.
“And is Miss Dora kind?” he asked.
“She’s an angel.”
“And you are generally prosperous?”
“Thanks to you, my dear old friend.”
“Then,” said Peter, producing a piece of paper from his pocket, “you might persuade your publishers to withdraw this beastly thing.” It was a writ, and it claimed an injunction to restrain Peter from claiming the authorship of “To Lalage.”