It was natural that Mr. Jones should wish his friends to be aware of his social distinction.
“Good-morning, Mr. Kidder,” he said, in a patronizing manner, to his fellow-clerk. “How did you enjoy the theatre last evening?”
“Very well. The play was a good one, and well performed.”
“I also passed the evening in a very agreeable manner,” remarked Alphonso, complacently.
“Where were you?”
“In Mr. Ingalls’ room.”
“Oh, yes, I forgot. What company did he have in? Didn’t you say something of a French count being expected?”
“The Count Ernest de Montmorency was present,” said Alphonso, dwelling with unction on the high-sounding syllables.
“How did you like him?” asked Kidder, who had received a brief note from Mr. Ingalls, letting him into the secret.
“I never met a more high-toned gentleman,” said Mr. Jones, enthusiastically. “His manners were most courtly, and I may add that he was very affable to me.”