“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.
I should think so. I never sat up there, Tony.”
“And I never sat anywhere else.”
As they were leaving the theater they found themselves close to the ladies whom they had noticed at breakfast.
Elvira chanced to drop her handkerchief, probably intentionally.
Tony stooped and picked it up. Though he had led the life of a tramp, he had the instincts of a gentleman.