“The Roman!”
Mr. Superbus confessed to that distinction. He might have added “ultimus Romanorum,” only he was unacquainted with the phrase. Instead he remarked, a little pathetically:
“There ain’t many of us left.”
“I bet there ain’t,” said Diana. “Sit down and have some tea. You want to see Mr. Selsbury, but he won’t be back for an hour.”
“I did and I didn’t,” said Julius the obscure. “What I want to do is to keep a certain eye on a certain fellow.”
He did not particularise the eye, but Diana guessed that it might be that which was nearest to her: it looked the less glassy of the two. In the matter of the certain fellow she sought information.
“Double Dan—I remember. Who is he, Mr. Superbus?”
“Well, ma’am——”
“Miss.”
“You don’t look it,” he said gallantly, if vaguely. “This Double Dan is a desperado, and is believed to emanate from the West.”