Half of it," replied Roxbury.
"Brock, you ass, I telegraphed you I was coming and asked you to meet me at the station.

I telegraphed twice from London and--" "Don't call me an ass," grated Brock.

"Why didn't you send 'em to me as Medcroft?
I haven't been Brock until this very morning." "'Pon my soul, Brock, it was rather stupid of me," he confessed sheepishly.

"But, you see," with an inspired smile, "one of 'em was to congratulate you on winning Connie.

By Jove, you know, I _couldn't_ very well address that one to myself." "But--but he hadn't won me," stammered Constance Fowler.
"Edith," said Roxbury, deep reproach in his voice, "you wrote me that a week ago!" Edith merely squeezed his arm.
Odell-Carney came forward and extended his hand.