He carried a soft hat in his hand, and directly he spoke his transatlantic origin was apparent.
"Penelope!" he exclaimed.

"Why, what on earth--" "My dear Dicky," she interrupted, laughing at his expression, "you need not look so displeased with me.

Of course, I know that I ought not to have come and sent a message into your club.

I will admit at once that it was very forward of me.

Perhaps when I have told you why I did so, you won't look so shocked." "I'm glad to see you, anyway," he declared.