There are a few matches arranged.

Then no doubt--" He broke off.

"But look here, sir! You didn't send me an urgent telegram merely to ask me that." "No, Richard, no." Everybody else called his son Dick, but Harold Hazlewood never.

He was Richard.

From Richard you might expect much, the awakening of a higher nature, a devotion to the regeneration of the world, humanitarianism, even the cult of all the "antis." From Dick you could expect nothing but health and cleanliness and robustious conventionality.