"I love it. Why, Dr. Gleason, you have no idea of the wonderful things that man— But you said you knew him," she broke off suddenly. "Don't you know him?"
"Oh, yes, very well."
"Then you've been there, of course."
"Many times."
"Oh, how silly of me!" she laughed. "As if I could tell you anything about antiques and curios! But hasn't he some beautiful things?"
"He has, indeed. But how about the man? You haven't told me at all how you like Mr. Denby himself."
Betty glanced at her mother with a roguish shrug.
"Well, as I tell mother, now that I've got him trained, he does very well."
"My dear!" murmured her mother.