Mrs. Welwyn regarded him severely.
"It's time you dressed yourself," she said. "I have put my son's evening clothes out for you--in the bathroom," she added pointedly. "You had better go and put them on. He is bigger than you, but you'll manage."
Mr. Stillbottle acquiesced.
"Very good," he remarked graciously. "Wardrobe mistress must be obeyed, I suppose. I'm beginning to warm up to this part. I shall surprise you all yet."
"I hope not," murmured Mr. Welwyn devoutly.
"Did you tell him about the name, Father?" prompted Amelia.
"No, I forgot," said Mr. Welwyn. "Mr. Stillbottle, I think this afternoon that we had better address you by some other name than your own."
"What," enquired Mr. Stillbottle, with a touch of hauteur, "is the matter with me own little patteronymic?"
"Just to sustain the character, you know," urged Mr. Welwyn.
Mr. Stillbottle sighed, in humorous resignation.