She called '_Herein_!' and there appeared a little boy, the child of her landlady, who sometimes ran errands for her.

He said that a gentleman was asking to see her.
'_Ein Deutscher_ ?' '_Nein.

Ein Englander, glaub'ich, und ein schnurriges Deutsch ist's, das er verbricht_!' Alma started up, shut her unfinished letter in the blotting-case, and looked anxiously about the room.
'What is his name?
Ask him to give you his name.' The youngster came back with a card, and Alma was astonished to read the name of 'Mr.Felix Dymes'.

Why, she had all but forgotten the man's existence.

How came he here?
What right had he to call?
And yet she was glad--nay, delighted.