He maintained a coachman and a carriage and a spanking team of bays,
and drove to his office like the old-fashioned gentleman he was. From
this chauffeur Cappy learned that he, the chauffeur, had been out all
the afternoon with Miss Florence and a large, light-hearted young
gentleman. They had lunched together at the Cliff House.
"What did she call him?" Cappy demanded, anxious to verify his
suspicions. "Didn't she address him as 'Matt?'"
"No, sir," the man replied, grinning. "She called him 'dearie.'"
"Holy jumped-up Jehosophat!" murmured Cappy, and questioned the man no
further. That evening, however, he decided to have a
heart--particularly after Florry had informed him that she was going
out to dinner the following night.
"And you'll be all alone, popsy-wops," she added, "so you had better
eat dinner at the club."
"Oh, I'm tired of my clubs," Cappy replied sadly. "Still your remark
gives me an idea, Florry. If I happen to run across that young fellow
Peasley--you remember him, Florry; the boy I'm training for a
steamship captain--I'll have him out for dinner with me so I'll not
have to eat alone."
"I thought you didn't care for him socially," Florry put forth a
feeler.
"Well, he used to remind me considerably of a St. Bernard pup, but I
notice he's losing a lot of that fresh, puppy-dog way he used to have.
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