"Aye, and she accepts. Good-night!"--on which, turning away, Peter
bounded into a hansom. He said something to the driver through the roof,
and Nick's eyes followed the cab as it started off. This young man was
mystified, was even amused; especially when the youth in buttons,
planted there and wondering too, brought forth:
"Please sir, he told me he'd give me a shilling and he've forgot it."
"Oh I can't pay you for _that_!" Nick laughed. But he fished out a dole,
though he was vexed at the injury to the supper.