Tony leaned over, and, addressing the gentleman, said:
“Would you be kind enough to lend me your program a minute, sir?”
“Certainly,” was the reply. Then, looking at Tony: “Your face looks very familiar. Where have I seen you before?”
“Perhaps at the St. Regis, sir,” said Tony; “I am stopping there.”
“No; I never go to the St. Regis. Bless me! you’re the very image of a boy I have seen somewhere.”
“Am I?” said Tony. “I hope he was a good-looking boy.”
“He was; but he was not dressed like you. In fact—I remember now—he was employed as stableboy in a country hotel.”
“A stableboy!” exclaimed Tony, with comic horror. “I hope you don’t think I am the boy.”
“Of course not. But really the resemblance is wonderful.”
“Mr. Spencer,” said Tony, “this gentleman has met a stableboy who looks like me.”