Guy pointed to a lady in plain, old-fashioned attire who was wiping her eyes.
"She takes it worse than you do," whispered Guy.
The play continued, and ended at last to the satisfaction of Dean, who saw all the bad characters visited with retribution, while oppressed innocence and virtue through much tribulation attained happiness and peace.
When the play was over, they joined the throng and passed out through the lobby. Suddenly a cry was heard from a little distance in front.
"I've been robbed! I've lost my pocket-book," and a small man with a red and excited face began to feel wildly in his pockets for his lost treasure.
At a little distance pushing their way out, were two tall men, whom Dean recognized as Peter Kirby and his friend Pringle. While others in the immediate neighborhood of the victim were regarding him with looks of curiosity or sympathy these two seemed to feel no interest, and to be only intent on getting out into the street.
CHAPTER XVIII.
ON THE FALL RIVER BOAT.
Dean didn't see his employer till the next morning. Mr. Kirby did not ask him where he had spent the evening previous, as Dean thought it possible he might do. Indeed he seemed in unusual good spirits, and handed his new clerk a couple of dollars to defray any expenses he might incur.