"No; I have not that pleasure."
"Let me present you. Dean of Olivet, Mr. Rockharrt."
Both gentlemen bowed.
The Iron King held out his hand.
"Happy to welcome you to America, Dean. Went to hear you preach yesterday morning. One of the finest sermons I ever heard in my life, I do assure you."
The dean bowed very gravely.
"Let me present you to my granddaughter, Mrs. Rothsay," said the old man.
The dean bowed gravely to the young lady, who bent her head.
"And to our friend, Mrs. Stillwater," continued the old gentleman, waving his hand again. "Why, where is she? Why, Cora, where is Mrs. Stillwater?" demanded the Iron King in amazement.
"I do not know. I have just missed her," said the young lady.