"What answer shall I take back?" asked Clarence Holt.
"Say I will be at the theatre."
He tore the note into fragments, and with a bow Clarence left him.
Presently he was joined by a tall, stout, florid-looking man, well dressed, and apparently well-to-do, who said:
"Fine day."
"Is it?" replied Jack, abstractedly.
"I said it was a fine day, sir."
"Well, what of it?" asked Jack.
"You're a Britisher, aren't you?"
"I am."