Mavis called vainly for some minutes, till, at last, Jill appeared, carrying the man's collar in her mouth. Mavis tried to induce the dog to come to her, but, instead, Jill raced madly round and round, delighted with her find.
Very soon the man appeared, now dressed in a flannel suit, but collarless; a bath towel was thrown over his shoulder. He advanced to Mavis in leisurely fashion.
"Bother the man!" she thought.
"May I introduce myself?" he asked, as he lifted his hat.
"No, thank you," she replied coldly.
"There's no occasion. We've already met," he continued.
"I'm sure we haven't, and I haven't the least wish to know you."
"Rot! I'm Charlie Perigal."
"Charlie Perigal!"
"Yes. And how is little Mavis after all these years? But there's little need to ask."