Mr.Hamel has been a great traveller.

Long before you can remember, his father used to paint wonderful pictures of this coast." Gerald shook hands with his visitor.

His face, for a moment, lighted up.
He was looking pale, though, and singularly sullen and dejected.
"There are two of your father's pictures in the modern side of the gallery up-stairs," he remarked, a little diffidently.

"They are great favourites with everybody here." They all went in to dinner together.

Meekins, who had appeared silently, had glided unnoticed behind his master's chair and wheeled it across the hall.
"A partie carree to-night," Mr.Fentolin declared.