"The only opera house I ever went to was in the Bowery."
"That's what I thought. Now, how shall we spend the evening?"
"Suppose we take a walk, and then come and study."
"A good plan. What would you like to study?"
"I can't read or write very well. I don't know much."
"We will stop at a bookstore on our way and buy such books as you want. Then I'll give you lessons."
While walking, a flashily-dressed young man recognizing Mordaunt, stepped up and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Come and play a game of billiards, Mordaunt," he said.
"I can't, Dacres. I've got an engagement with my friend here."
"Sorry for it. Won't he come, too?"