His Lordship looked for some time at his son; who returned the gaze with his mouth wide open.

"Well," said the Count--"well, sir?
What are you sitting there for?
If you have nothing to say, sir, you had better go.

I had you here to amuse me--split me--and not to sit there staring!" Mr.Billings rose in a fury.
"Hark ye, my lad," said the Count, "tell La Rose to give thee five guineas, and, ah--come again some morning.

A nice well-grown young lad," mused the Count, as Master Tommy walked wondering out of the apartment; "a pretty fellow enough, and intelligent too." "Well, he IS an odd fellow, my father," thought Mr.Billings, as he walked out, having received the sum offered to him.

And he immediately went to call upon his friend Polly Briggs, from whom he had separated in the morning.
What was the result of their interview is not at all necessary to the progress of this history.