Olga hesitated in momentary confusion. "Max didn't tell me your name, you know," she said to the stranger. "This is Captain Ratcliffe of Wara."
"Monkey!" said Nick briefly. "Plain Ratcliffe of no-where in particular is my description."
The big man rose with outstretched hand. "I know you well by repute, and
I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Whitton—Kersley Whitton."
"Goodness!" ejaculated Olga. "Max might have told me!"
He laughed at her quietly. "Told you what? Didn't he say I was a friend of his?"
"So you've been entertaining a celebrity unawares!" laughed Nick. "I hope you have been on your best behaviour, my child."
"But Miss Ratcliffe must be accustomed to celebrities," said Sir Kersley
Whitton, "since she has to entertain you and Max Wyndham every day."
"Is Max a celebrity too, then?" asked Olga quickly.
"He is going to be one," the great doctor answered, with conviction.
"You mean he will—someday—be like you?" she said.