The master of the house gulped, and performed the ceremony in a bewildered and perfunctory style. Toward the last he arrived at Rosalind.
"My nephew, Billy Kellogg," he said lamely.
Rosalind bowed almost imperceptibly. Her eyes were hard and questioning. Inwardly she trembled; but she did not flinch. The former boatman studied her with a whimsical glance.
"We've met before, Miss Chalmers," he said, bowing.
"I believe so," she answered briefly.
"You see," said Kellogg, turning to his uncle, "I've had the honor of serving Miss Chalmers at odd times within the last few days. We— Why, hello, Reggy!"
For the first time he appeared to observe Reginald Williams, who had been watching the scene in dumb amazement.
"Bill Kellogg!" he exclaimed. "You mean to tell me that you were—"
Billy nodded and grinned.
"Of course I don't need to introduce Morton," said Mr. Davidson.