“No, Jerry; I should be disposed to laugh.”
“That you would. I had hard work to keep from it myself; but he isn’t to be laughed at either, for, without any gammon, he’s the finest fellow I ever saw, and a real gentleman as well.”
“Yes; I like him,” said Dick, quietly.
“Three pairs of white kid gloves in his pockets and three scented handkerchiefs. He’s got a buttonhole on; and I’ve got three more in water, to have ready for him during the evening. I’m to be waiting for him when he wants a fresh one. I say, Dick Smithson, there’s going to be a special lady here to-night, I know.”
“Very likely, Jerry. Such a man as he is will, of course, have someone he admires.”
“Then you won’t go and see him?”
Dick shook his head.
“He’d like it. He didn’t say so; but he told me to be sure that you had plenty of refreshment. I’m to look after you. He said you’d have lots of work; so that you ought to be looked after.”
“It’s very kind of him,” said Dick, with his eyes brightening at the idea of his having made a friend.
“And I shan’t forget to attend to his orders. I say, go over to his quarters.”