"I'm Harry Van Warden!" Gridley, the ancient butler, appeared in the open door.
"Dinner is served, madam," he said.
The stranger gave an exclamation of pleasure.

"Hello, Gridley!" he cried.

"Will you please tell Mr.Keep who I am?
Tell him, if he'll ask me to dinner, I won't steal the spoons." Upon the face of Gridley appeared a smile it never had been the privilege of Fred Keep to behold.

The butler beamed upon the stranger fondly, proudly, by the right of long acquaintanceship, with the affection of an old friend.

Still beaming, he bowed to Keep.
"If Mr.Harry--Mr.Van Warden," he said, "is to stay to dinner, might I suggest, sir, he is very partial to the Paul Vibert, '84." Fred Keep gazed stupidly from his butler to the stranger and then at his wife.