"Stella, Mr.Hillyard should know you.

This is Mrs.Croyle.
I hope you will meet him some day at Rackham Park." Sir Chichester trotted away to greet the manager of the _Daily Harpoon_, who was at that moment shaking hands with Hardiman.
"I congratulate you," said Stella Croyle, as she gave him her hand.
"Thank you.

So you know Sir Chichester well ?" "His wife has been a friend of mine for a long time." Her eyes twinkled.
"I wonder you have not been seen at his house." "Oh, I am only just hatched out," said Hillyard.

They both laughed.

"I hardly know a soul here except my leading lady and our host." They were summoned to the supper table.