"Six-and-a-quarter, twelve buttons."
"Thanks! good-bye!" and he left her, well-satisfied with his enquiries.
"I thought you were never coming," said Reg, as they met at the door. "Short, thick-set man, wearing soft felt hat, black coat, riding breeches, and top-boots; drives a hansom with a smart grey horse; No. 1246A."
"You could not hear his name, of course?"
"I heard someone call out, 'Good-day, Dick,' as he left. What's the next move?"
"A fashionable one. Where shall we go—Buckley and Nunn's or Robertson and Moffat's?"
"What for—gloves?"
"Yes, six and a quarter, and twenty buttons."
"No, surely."
"Twenty did I say? No, the young lady is modest. A dozen will satisfy her," said Hal, leading the way.