“Ain’t you going in with me!” he whispered excitedly, as a footman in a blue and yellow livery opened the door.
“No; good-bye.”
She nodded pleasantly, and went down the steps, leaving Dexter face to face with the footman, who had become possessed of the news of the young guest’s quality from no less a personage than Master Edgar himself.
“Will you come in, please,” he said, drawing back, and holding the door open with an air that should have made him gain for wages—kicks.
Dexter said, “Yes, sir,” as respectfully as if he were the workhouse porter, and took off his cap and went in.
“This way, hif you please,” said the supercilious gentleman. “You may leave your cap here.”
Dexter put down his cap, and followed the man to a door at the further end of the hall.
“What name!” said the footman.
Dexter stared at him.
“What name shall I announce?” said the man again with chilling dignity.