As she opened the door, a strong flavor of that toilet soap and eau de Cologne with which Whiskey Dick was in the habit of gracefully effacing the traces of dissipation made known his presence.
In spite of a new suit of clothes, whose pristine folds refused to adapt themselves entirely to the contour of his figure, he was somewhat subdued by the unexpected elegance of the drawing-room of Christie's host.

But a glance at Christie's sad but gracious face quickly reassured him.

Taking from his hat a three-cornered parcel, he unfolded a handsome saffrona rose, which he gravely presented to her.

Having thus reestablished his position, he sank elegantly into a tete-a-tete ottoman.

Finding the position inconvenient to face Christie, who had seated herself on a chair, he transferred himself to the other side of the ottoman, and addressed her over its back as from a pulpit.
"Is this really a fortunate accident, Mr.Hall, or did you try to find us ?" said Christie pleasantly.
"Partly promiskuss, and partly coincident, Miss Christie, one up and t'other down," said Dick lightly.