The furniture, the china, the pictures, were each and all rare and well chosen.
"Mr.Theydon," announced the man, throwing wide the door.
A lady, bent over some prints spread on a distant table, turned at the words, and hastened to greet the guest.
"My father is expecting you, Mr.Theydon," she said.

"He was detained rather late in the city, but will be here now at any moment." Theydon was no neurotic boy, whose surcharged nerves were liable to crack in a crisis demanding some unusual measure of self-control.

Yet the room and its contents--and, not least, the graceful girl advancing with outstretched hand--swam before his eyes.
Because this was "Evelyn," and it was certain as the succession of night to day that Mrs.Lester's mysterious visitor must have been "Evelyn's" father, James Creighton Forbes..