"I 'm due at Lady Fancourt's amateur theatricals in ten minutes."
"So am I," said Brummell, smoothing his ruffles.
"And I also," said Sheridan. "Is your cab waiting, Brookie, me boy?"
"I think so," responded his lordship. "I 'll be glad of your company. Will you risk close quarters with us, Brummell?"
"Not I, Brooking," said the Beau. "I prefer not to disarrange my costume by crowding Sheridan."
"Aye," said Moore. "An Irishman 's a bad thing for an Englishman to crowd too far. Since you are going to walk, George, I 'll honor myself by seeing you out of the neighborhood. Such swells as you are tempting game, and there is many a dark alley only too handy."
"Good night, Mistress Dyke," said Lord Brooking, bowing low over her hand.
"Good night," she said sweetly, "and thank you again."
"Promise that once in a while you will write me how fortune treats you if you go to Bermuda."
"Every month," answered the girl, her eyes bright with the gratitude which filled her heart. "God bless you, sir."