"Yes," said Roswell, "I'm a gentleman's son, if I'm not so lucky as some people. Did you see that small boy in front?"
"Walking with Mr. Greyson?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"What of him?"
"That's our errand boy."
"Is it?" asked Ralph, in some surprise. "He seems to be one of the lucky kind too."
"He sold matches about the streets till a few weeks ago," said Roswell, spitefully.
"He sold them to some purpose, it seems, for he's evidently going home to dine with Mr. Greyson."
"Mr. Greyson seems to be very fond of low company. That's all I can say."