“Oh, thank you,” he exclaimed. “That’s most awfully good in you!”
“Not at all,” she answered. “I’m very glad to be able to welcome them. You must impress that upon them—particularly—particularly on my brother.”
Clover smiled.
“I will,” he said, rising to go.
“I’d ask you to stay longer,” she said, holding out her hand, “but I’m due at a charity entertainment to-night, and I have to go very early.”
“I know,” he said; “I’ve come up on purpose to go to it.”
“Then I shall see you there?” she asked him.
“It will be what I shall be looking forward to most of all,” he said.
“It’s been a great pleasure to meet you,” she said, holding out her hand, “you’re—well, you’re ‘unlike,’ as they say in literary criticisms.”
“Thank you,” he replied; “but may I ask if you intend that as a compliment?”