"Afraid you've forgotten me, Miss Angel," he said. "Hop at the Maltbys', you know!"
Her eyes danced more merrily, but she surveyed him demurely for a moment, as if trying to recall him, then she said:
"Oh, yes; the gentleman who was so very—very cool; I was going to say impudent; pretty Miss Lorton's brother."
"You might have said Miss Lorton's pretty brother!" retorted Dick reproachfully. "But you'll have time to say it later on, for I'm going to take you in to dinner."
"'Going to have the honor' of taking me in to dinner, you mean!" she said, with mock hauteur.
"No; 'pleasure' is the word," said the unabashed Dick. "I say, how delighted I am to see you here——"
"Thank you."
"Because I know so very few of this mob."
"Oh, I see. I'll recall my thanks, please."
Dick grinned.