However, there seemed no objection to starting the hero in an organ-grinder's cradle, and we closed with the suggestion at once and got into bed.
I woke very early.

I had the hero on my mind.

I wanted him to be a good one after the best model, and I could not help thinking that the Harry in him ought not to be overdone.

Besides, if he was to make himself pleasant to the heroine, the less he was like Harry and the more he was like Harry's chief friend the better.

For sisters in fiction never make much of their brothers, but they often make a lot of their brothers' friends.
I nudged Harry with my elbow, in order to represent the case to him from this point of view.