I was no hungry; I was tae sair at heart, for it lookit as if I maun gang hame and tell the wife my first trip to London had been a failure.
"By George--there's a man we've not seen!" said Munroe, suddenly, as we sat, verra glum and silent.
"Who's that ?" I asked.
"Tom Tinsley--the best fellow in London.

You'll like him, whether he can do anything for you or not.

I'll hail him----" He did, and Mr.Tinsley came over toward our table.

I liked his looks.
"He's the manager of Gatti's, in the Westminster Bridge Road," whispered Munroe.

"Know it ?" I knew it as one of the smaller halls, but one with a decided reputation for originality and interesting bills, owing to the personality of its manager, who was never afraid to do a new thing that was out of the ordinary.