Carrington did not hesitate a moment, but smiled and thrust out his hand, which the other grasped with a questioning air of diffidence.
"Glad to meet you, sir," said Carrington.
Cavenaugh fils glanced over the top of his paper, scowled, and resumed his reading. Kate hadn't come down yet, so she missed this scene. When she did appear, there was no visible sign of any previous agitation. She and Norah were thoroughbreds.
"Why, grandpa!" she cried, extending her hand.
The old man bowed over it and kissed it, and his action was lacking neither in grace nor gallantry.
"I happened to be down this way on business," said the old man with a covert glance at his son, "and thought I'd drop in."
"Dinner is served," said the splendid butler, as he slid back the doors to the dining-room.
The old man looked about him questioningly, and Norah slipped her arm through his. "You'll have to take me in, grandpa," she laughed.
The old man's eyes shone for a moment, and he patted her hand.
"I'm as proud as a king, Norah."