“From the Astor House!” repeated Mrs. Mooney, in fresh amazement.
“Yes, I’ve been stoppin’ there a short time with some friends,” said Dick.
Mrs. Mooney might be excused for a little amazement at finding that a guest from the Astor House was about to become one of her lodgers—such transfers not being common.
“Did you say you was purfessional?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Dick, politely.
“You aint a—a—” Mrs. Mooney paused, uncertain what conjecture to hazard.
“Oh, no, nothing of the sort,” said Dick, promptly. “How could you think so, Mrs. Mooney?”
“No offence, sir,” said the landlady, more perplexed than ever.
“Certainly not,” said our hero. “But you must excuse me now, Mrs. Mooney, as I have business of great importance to attend to.”
“You’ll come round this evening?”