Foglass bowed a deep assent.
“How like his grandfather!” said Mrs. Ricketts, in ecstasy.
“I never knew he had one,” whispered Haggerstone to the Pole. “His father was a coachmaker in Long Acre.”
“Is he not thought very like them?” asked Mrs. Ricketts, with a sidelong glance of admiration at the auburn peruke.
“I've heard that the wig is authentic, madam.”
“He has so much of that regal urbanity in his manner.”
“If he is not the first gentleman of England,” muttered Haggerstone to himself, “he is the first one in his own family, at least.”
“By the way,” said Mrs. Ricketts, hastily, “let him inquire into that affair of Lord Norwood.”
“No necessity, madam. The affair is in 'Bell's Life,' with the significant question, 'Where is he?' But he can learn the particulars, at all events.” And he made a note in the book.
“How dreadful all this, and how sad to think Florence should be the resort of such people!”