The latter rose at his approach, and Mr.
Coulson summed him up quickly,--a well-bred, pleasant-mannered, exceedingly athletic young Englishman, who was probably not such a fool as he looked,--that is, from Mr.Coulson's standpoint, who was not used to the single eyeglass and somewhat drawling enunciation.
"Mr.Coulson, isn't it ?" the young man asked, accepting the other's outstretched hand.

"We are awfully sorry to disturb you, so soon after your arrival, too, but the fact is that this young lady, Miss Penelope Morse,"-- Mr.Coulson bowed,--"was exceedingly anxious to make your acquaintance.

You Americans are such birds of passage that she was afraid you might have moved on if she didn't look you up at once." Penelope herself intervened.
"I'm afraid you're going to think me a terrible nuisance, Mr.Coulson!" she exclaimed.

Mr.Coulson, although he did not call himself a lady's man, was nevertheless human enough to appreciate the fact that the young lady's face was piquant and her smile delightful.

She was dressed with quiet but elegant simplicity.