"Gunter's. Said he was sorry he could n't ask me into the house at present, as they had the paperhangers in. After that visitation was over, I was to come and make the acquaintance of the rest of the family."
"And did you?"
"Yes."
"What is the house like inside?" was the next inevitable feminine enquiry.
"To tell you the truth I have n't been inside yet, except the front hall. But I met the rest of the family at a very friendly little luncheon given in my honour at the Criterion on the following Saturday afternoon."
"And what are the rest of the family like?"
Dicky pondered.
"Now I come to think it over," he confessed at length, "I'm not very clear about the rest of the family. Collectively they struck me as being the most charming people I had ever met, but I don't seem to have noticed them individually, if you know what I mean. You see, Tilly was there."
"How many are there?" pursued his mother, with exemplary patience.
"Four or five, I should think, but I have never counted them," replied the exasperating Richard. "Tilly--"