For a single, tense, abashed moment they looked searchingly into each other's eyes.
"Are you Raggles ?" he asked politely.
"You poor man!" she cried, aghast.

"Raggles is Edith's French poodle.
Has no one told you of the poodle ?" She half whispered this.

He began to adore her at that very moment,--a circumstance well worth remembering.
"No one has told me of _you_, for that matter," he apologised, thrilling with a delight such as he had never known before.

"Would you mind whispering to me just who you are?
Am I supposed to be your father--or what ?" "It is all so delightfully casual, isn't it ?" she said.

"I daresay they forgot to tell you that you are a man of family.