"She didn't say a word to me, sir, but what she didn't say was civiler than many people's language.

There's a great deal in manner, sir," declaimed Rollo, brushing his hat with his sleeve, and his sleeve with his handkerchief, and shaking the handkerchief meditatively over the coals.
St.George read the note at a glance and with unspeakable relief.
They would see him.

A refusal would have delayed and annoyed him just then, in the flood-tide of his hope.
"My Dear Mr.St.George," the note ran.

"My niece is not at home, and I can not tell how your suggestion will be received by her, though it is most kind.

I may, however, answer for myself that I shall be glad to see you at four o'clock this afternoon.
"Very truly yours, "MEDORA HASTINGS." Grateful for her evident intention to waste no time, St.George dressed and drove to the Boris, punctually sending up his card at four o'clock.