He had a comely appearance, in his white shirt--a certain comely blondness and repose.

And as much a gentleman as anybody.
"Well!" cried Josephine to him.

"How do you come here ?" "I play the flute," he answered, as he shook hands.
The little crowd stood in the gangway and talked.
"How wonderful of you to be here!" cried Julia.
He laughed.
"Do you think so ?" he answered.
"Yes, I do .-- It seems so FAR from Shottle House and Christmas Eve .-- Oh, wasn't it exciting!" cried Julia.
Aaron looked at her, but did not answer.
"We've heard all about you," said Tanny playfully.
"Oh, yes," he replied.
"Come!" said Josephine, rather irritated.

"We crowd up the gangway." And she led the way inside the box.
Aaron stood and looked down at the dishevelled theatre.
"You get all the view," he said.
"We do, don't we!" cried Julia.
"More than's good for us," said Lilly.
"Tell us what you are doing.

You've got a permanent job ?" asked Josephine.
"Yes--at present." "Ah! It's more interesting for you than at Beldover." She had taken her seat.