“He was here a little while ago, my dear,” said Lady Danby uneasily. “I think he has gone down the garden.”
“No; I think not,” said Sir James. “Here, Eddy! Eddy!”
“Yes, pa,” came out of the conservatory.
“Why, where are you, sir? Come and shake hands with our young friend.”
Master Edgar came slowly into sight, entered the drawing-room, and stood still.
“Well; why don’t you welcome your visitor? Come here.”
Master Edgar came a little more forward.
“Now, then, shake hands with your friend.”
Master Edgar slowly held out a white thin hand in the direction of Dexter, who caught it eagerly, and felt as if he were shaking hands with Lady Danby again.
“That’s better,” said Sir James. “Now the ice is broken I hope you two will be very great friends. There, we shall have an early dinner for you at three o’clock. Better leave them to themselves, my dear.”