Incredibly and inexplicably Dick and Alan possessed a shadowy sort of similarity.

I'm going where I can smoke, (goes out) DICK: (lightly, but fascinated by the idea)

Gramercy, princely Dick. ROB.

Fortunately, she went indoors for her scissors, and Dick, regardless of the proprieties, made his escape forthwith, thus avoiding also the ignominy of carrying back to London a nosegay as big as a chimney-sweep's on May-day.

Yours, somniferously, DICK TINTO.

"Better!" repeated Dick, sternly.