"He was; but he was not dressed like you. In fact—I remember now—he was employed as stable-boy in a country hotel."
"A stable boy!" exclaimed Tony, with comic horror. "I hope you don't think I am the boy."
"Of course not. But really the resemblance is striking."
"Mr. Spencer," said Tony, "this gentleman has met a stable boy who looks like me."
"I really beg your pardon," said the gentleman; "I meant no offense."
"My ward would not think of taking offense," said Mr. Spencer, courteously.
Tony smiled to himself; he had a strong sense of humor, and was much amused.
It is needless to say that he enjoyed the performance—all the more so from his luxurious seat and nearness to the stage.
"It's a good deal better than sitting in the gallery," he said, in a whisper to his companion.