His hair was rumpled and his necktie a trifle awry.

As he seized and wrung Keith's hand with unfeigned heartiness, Keith was suddenly conscious of a change in everything.

This was warmth, sincerity, and the beautiful room suddenly became a home.
Mrs.Wentworth appeared somewhat shocked at his appearance.
"Well, Norman, you are a sight! Just look at your necktie!" "That ruffian!" he laughed, feeling at his throat and trying to adjust the crooked tie.
"What will Mr.Keith think ?" "Oh, pshaw! Keith thinks all right.

Keith is one of the men I don't have to apologize to.

But if I do"-- he turned to Keith, smiling--"I'll show you the apology.