"I am very pleased to meet you again, sir," he said, determined to be polite to this most obnoxious guest. "Do you—er—intend to make a long stay?"
Bancroft raised his shoulders and spread out his hands.
"I had thought not, sir, but now"—another glance was cast at Cleone—"I think—perhaps—!" He smiled, running quick, appraising eyes over Philip's person. "Do you know, sir, I swear I'd not have known you. You have grown prodigiously."
Cleone broke into the conversation.
"You were so much older than Philip or James or me, Mr. Bancroft!"
Instantly he swept round.
"I thank you for the past tense, Mistress Cleone! At least, I am no longer so aged."
"Why, sir, have you lost your years?" she asked.
"In your company, yes, madam. Can you wonder?"
"Oh, I am monstrous flattered, sir!" Cleone spread out her fan and held it before her face.