"Ha, indeed! Well, Harry is a good fellow, and a good friend. He has one fault. He is a little too convivial."
"Yes, sir; I thought so. Is he a good actor?"
"Excellent in his line. He gets a very good salary, but I am afraid he doesn't save very much of it. Are you going to see the play this evening?"
"Yes; Mr. Bertram thought he could get me in."
"You won't need to ask him for a pass. Here is one;" and the manager scribbled on a leaf from his note-book
Admit Bearer.
Mordaunt.
"Thank you, sir," said Jed, as he pocketed the pass. "I suppose you are Mr. Mordaunt?"
"John Mordaunt, manager of the Gold King Company. In my humbler days I was known to my friends as Jack Mordaunt."