“You are right, Tony; but don’t say feller. Remember, you are fashionable now.”
“There’s a gentleman in front that I know,” said Tony, suddenly.
Where?”
“The man with a partly bald head.”
“How do you know him?”
“He was staying two or three days at the country hotel where I was a stableboy.”
“Do you think he would know you now?”
“May I see?”
“Yes, but don’t let him find you out. It won’t do in society to let it be known that you were ever a stableboy.”
“All right.”