We all looked at one another. A magnificent
person with powdered hair, breeches and silk stockings presented himself.
"Lord Reginald Sidley!" he announced.
In walked Reggie. He was correctly attired for calling and he carried a
most immaculate silk hat in his hand. I fully expected to see him drop it
on the floor, but he did nothing of the sort. He laid it upon a small
table, paused for one second to shake his fist at me, and advanced toward
Eve with both hands outstretched.
"At last I have found you, then!" he exclaimed. "Miss Bundercombe! Well, I
am glad to see you!"
"Hello, Reggie!" she answered sweetly. "What a time you've been looking us
up."
He was taken aback.
"Well, I like that!" he gasped. "And--how are you, Mr. Bundercombe?"
"Glad to see you!" Mr. Bundercombe replied cheerlessly.
The meeting had taken place and I seemed to be the only person in the room
who was suffering from any sort of shock. Reggie was still holding one of
Eve's hands and was almost incoherent.
"Come, I like that! I like that!" he exclaimed. "A long time looking you
up indeed! Why didn't you let me know you were here? There hasn't been a
line from you or from your father. We couldn't believe it when we heard
that you had been at the dinner the other evening.
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