Then they, too, approached, their assurance oozing fast.

They reached the terrace in time to witness Perry's welcome.
"Good evening," said that youth in bored and careless tones, shaking hands with the middle-aged lady.

"Awfully jolly night, isn't it!" "How do you do, Mister--ah--so glad you could come.

Yes, isn't it splendid to have such perfect weather?
Marcia, you remember Mister--ah--" Perry was passed on to a younger lady, evidently the daughter of the house.
"Howdy do ?" murmured the latter, shaking hands listlessly.
"How do!" returned Perry brightly.

"Bully night, eh!" "Yes, isn't it ?" drawled the young lady.