"Your father's the Busby Iron Works, isn't he ?" The young man nodded.
"And this is Mr.Caroll, one of our engineers," he said, indicating a rather rough-looking personage by his side.
"Delighted to meet you both," Mr.Greene assured them.

"Say, I remember your golf, Mr.Busby! You're some driver, eh?
And those long putts of yours--you never took three on any green that I can remember!" "Been playing in England ?" the young man asked.
Mr.Raymond Greene shook his head.
"When I am on business," he explained, "I don't carry my sticks about with me, and I tell you this last fortnight has been a giddy whirl for me.

I was in Berlin Wednesday night, and I did business in Vienna last Monday.

Ah! here comes Miss Dalstan." He rose ceremoniously to his feet.

A young lady who was still wearing her travelling clothes smiled at him delightfully and sank into the chair by his side.