There! That is my list, and not a dollar in it from beginning to end, I'm afraid." "Who is Billy Williams ?" she asked.
"Billy," said John, "is the very mild-mannered and gentlemanlike 'bouncer' at the Altman House, an ex-prize-fighter, and about the most accomplished member of his profession of his day and weight, who is employed to keep order and, if necessary, to thrust out the riotous who would disturb the contemplations of the lovers of art that frequent the bar of that hotel." It was to be seen that Miss Blake was not particularly impressed by this description of Billy and his functions, upon which she made no comment.
"You have not included in your list," she remarked, "what you acquired in the down-town office you told me of." "No, upon my word I had forgotten that, and it's about the only thing of use in the whole category," he answered.

"If I were put to it, and could find a place, I think I might earn fifty dollars a month as a clerk or messenger, or something.

Hullo! here are your people." He went forward with his companion and greeted Mrs.Carling and her husband, who returned his "Good morning" with a feeble smile, and submitted to his ministrations in the matter of chair and rugs with an air of unresisting invalidism, which was almost too obvious, he thought.
But after luncheon John managed to induce him to walk for a while, to smoke a cigarette, and finally to brave the perils of a sherry and bitters before dinner.

The ladies had the afternoon to themselves.

John had no chance of a further visit with Mary during the day, a loss only partially made good to him by a very approving smile and a remark which she made to him at dinner, that he must be a lineal descendant of the Samaritan.