“We approve of Mr. Pelham,” said Sydney to Adolph; “have you any more cousins?”
The lad with a doubtful expression in his face looked at Grace, and as it seemed to me, taking his cue from her, replied,
“No more.”
“Put a little spirit in him,” cried Sydney, clapping Adolph on the shoulder. “Tell him we can fill his pockets, or empty them. Faint heart never won fair lady yet.”
I call this, Incident Number One.
Again:
We had all bidden our hostess good night. Sydney and I stood at the street door, lighting fresh cigars. Adolph had lingered behind.
“One moment, Sydney,” I said; “I must go and fetch that boy.”
I re-entered the house, softly and suddenly. Adolph and Grace were standing at the end of the passage, in the dark.