But at the same moment his eye fell upon his nephew Abel sitting with a choice company of gay youths at another table.

There was instantly a mischievous twinkle in Lawrence Newt's eye.
"Eureka! I have Endymion." Arthur started and felt a half pang, as if Lawrence Newt had suddenly told him of Miss Wayne's engagement.

He came instantly out of the clouds on Latinos, where he was dreaming.
"What did you say ?" asked he.
"Why, of course, how dull I am! Abel will be your Endymion, if you can get him." "Who is Abel ?" inquired Arthur.
"Why, my nephew, Abel Don Juan Pelham Newt, of Grand Street, and Boniface Newt, Son, & Company, Dry Goods on Commission, Esquire," replied Lawrence Newt, with perfect gravity.
Arthur looked at him bewildered.
"Don't you know my nephew, Abel Newt ?" "No, not personally.

I've heard of him, of course." "Well, he's a very handsome young man; and though he be dark, he may also be Endymion.

Why not?
Look at him; there he sits.