"Then I beg to inform you," she was saying thickly in her outraged majesty, when Matilda opened the hall door and ushered in an erect, slender man of youngish middle age and with graying hair and dark mustache, and with a pleasant, distinguished face.
"I beg pardon; I fear I come inopportunely," he said, as he sighted Mrs.De Peyster's militant attitude.

"But I was told to come right up.
I'll just wait--" "Do not go, Judge Harvey," Mrs.De Peyster commanded, as he started to withdraw.

"On the other hand, your arrival is most opportune.

Please come here." "Good-morning, Uncle Bob," Jack said cheerfully.

"Excuse me for not shaking hands.