"It was just the child's whim," he said, laughing. "I saved her from the tram-car, so she gave me this as a souvenir;" and, taking up the knife, he shut it with a sharp click, and slipped it into his overcoat pocket.
When they had all finished the wine, Fenton said he had to see Mortimer about some business.
"Half-past ten," he said, looking at his watch; "they'll just be about through."
"I've got to see Mortimer to-night," observed Keith, "and I'm waiting here for Lazarus."
"About the new play, I reckon," said Fenton; "well, you'd better walk up with me."
Keith shook his head.
"No, thanks; I must wait for Lazarus."
"Then come and have a game of billiards in the meantime," said Felix, rising; "take off your coat, you'll find it hot."
"All right," assented Keith readily "Here, Alfred," and, slipping off his coat, handed it to a waiter, who was just passing, "hang this up for me."
The waiter took the coat, threw it over his arm, and vanished; while Keith and Felix strolled leisurely away in the direction of the billiard-room.