His lean young face was very droll and knowing.

"We're leaving, bottom-side." "Thank you so much, Maurice," she answered, perhaps dryly.

"You're a dear, to climb all those dreadful stairs." "Oh!" said Heywood, with his gray eyes fastened on Rudolph, "no trouble." All three went down the dark well together.
When the company were mounted, and trooping downhill through the camphor shadow, Heywood's pony came sidling against Rudolph's, till legging chafed legging.
"You blossomed, old boy," he whispered.

"Quite the star, after your comedy turn." He reined aside, grinning.

"What price sympathy on a pagoda ?" For that moment, Rudolph could have struck down the one sure friend he had in China..