Mr.Crips had for gotten his false nose.
"Ya-as," said Romeo.

"Your character, you know.

A fellah 'd think you'd just come from sleeping in a rubbish bin.Yes.Best Weary Willie I've seen.

But aren't you coming in, dear boy?
You're a cart for Dolly's prize for best-sustained character, eh ?" "Presently--presently." said Nicholas, smitten with a sudden idea.
"Waiting for a friend, you know." Romeo went up the garden path, and Nickie the Kid retired under the shadow of the hedge to allow his thoughts to revolve.

Romeo's words had suggested possibilities.