"Who was he?" asked Mavis.
"He wasn't a man at all; he was a god. And his clothes! Oh, my dear, my heart came up in my mouth. And when he gave me his card—"
"Who was he?" interrupted Mavis.
"Can't you guess?"
"Give it up."
"Captain Sir Archibald Windebank."
"Really!"
"I wish it hadn't been. I've never forgotten him since."
"What did he want?"
"You!"