Close on his heels came the two Wickhams, whose chief attractiveness seemed to be that they were twins, and as like as two peas.
"Hullo! here you are," was Doubleday's greeting.

"Which is which of you to-night, eh ?" "I'm Adam," replied one of the two, meekly.
"All serene, Adam.

Stick this piece of paper in your button-hole, and then we'll know you from Abel.

By the way, Whipcord, I suppose you never heard my last joke, did you ?" "Never heard your first yet," replied Whipcord, shifting his straw to the other corner of his mouth.
"Oh, yes you did," retorted Doubleday, who as usual always preferred the laugh when it was on his own side.

"Don't you remember me telling Crow last time you came that you were a fellow who knew a thing or two?
That was a joke, eh, twins ?" "Rather," said both the twins, warmly.
"But my last wasn't about Whipcord at all: it was about you two.