Calypso, inform Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys of the humorous illusion under which our seamen labour with regard to Soy." But at this point the door opened, and Mr.Samuel Buzza entered, with Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys himself.
The introductions were gone through; the Admiral let off another speech of welcome, and plunged with the Honourable Frederic into a long discussion of Troy, its scenery and neighbourhood; the three girls sat bolt upright, each on the edge of her chair; and their brother took his hostess' extended hand with a bashful grin.
"Ah, Mr.Buzza, I am interested in you already--my husband has been telling me how he met you." "Proud to hear it," muttered Sam.
"Oh, yes.

I hope we shall be great friends.

It is so kind of you all to call." Sam asked her not to mention it; and looked at his father, whose face was by this time purple with conversation.
"I say, ain't the old boy enjoying himself, though!" he remarked in a sudden burst of confidence.

"What do you think of him ?" Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys smiled sweetly, and replied that the Admiral was "so thorough." "Thorough old duffer, you mean.

Look at him.