"As we rounded a small pavilion, we nearly stepped into a pair of figures -- who leapt apart. One was William de la Touche Clancey. The other was a well-made boy of perhaps sixteen, carefully got up to resemble a swell; only the red blunt hands betrayed the fact that he was a workie. "So!" Clancey gave his accusing goose-like hiss. The boy looked embarrassed, as well he should. There are some things that the poor ought not to do even for money."