At sight of Derrick's smiling face and outstretched hand, Mr.Bloxford started and stared, in a bewildered fashion, then he recognised Derrick and, grasping the hand, shook it heartily.
"Why, dash my stars and stripes, if it isn't Sydney Green!" he exclaimed, with so evident a pleasure that Celia's eyes glowed and she smiled upon him; and Mr.Bloxford, as if drawn by the smile, turned to her, and, sweeping off his hat, said, "And I take it you're his young lady, miss ?" "I'm his wife," said Celia, with unabashed pride.
"You don't say!" commented Mr.Bloxford, his admiration eloquently expressed in his staring, Simian eyes.

"Well, Mr.Green, you've taken the cake! Lor' bless my soul, what a picture you'd make in the high-stepping act! And you're well, and doing well, I should say, by the look of you, Mr.Green," he said to Derrick, who, indeed, looked absurdly happy and proud at that moment.

"Well, you deserve it.

Look here, ma'am, I could tell you a sight about this big gentleman of yours.
You take it from me that he's a topper, a tip-topper.

Here, just step in here, and I'll tell you how he saved the whole show from a wrecking out there in that darned dingo-land, Buenos Aires." "I should like to hear it very much, Mr.Bloxford," said Celia, still glowing on him; "though my husband has already told me about it." "Oh, well, you don't want to hear it from me; though, mind you, it was one of the coolest things I've ever seen done.