"Indeed; I did not know that you were acquainted with her."
"She and my mother were schoolmates."
"And so you keep up the acquaintance?"
"I spent last evening at her house. This check is a gift from her to my mother."
Ambrose Kean rose greatly in the estimation of his employer when the latter learned that Kean had such an aristocratic friend, and he was treated with more respect and consideration than before.
Meanwhile Harold and his mother had enjoyed themselves at the theater.
"I suppose Aunt Eliza went to bed early, Harold," said Mrs. Tracy, as they were on their way home.
"Went to roost with the hens," suggested Harold, laughing at what he thought to be a good joke.
"Probably it is as well for her," said his mother. "It isn't good for old people to sit up late."
It was about half-past eleven when they were admitted by the drowsy servant.