'Yes. But, remember, I'm young at it.'
'And your gaiety, Dick; is it all real, or only put on to help me?'
'It's—it's half and half, father.'
'Face!' he cries, next moment. Then cajolingly, 'Father, K.C.M.G.!'
'When will you come again, Dick?'
'There's no saying. One can't always get through. They keep changing the password.' His voice grows troubled. 'It's awfully difficult to get the password.'
'What was it to-night?'
'Love Bade Me Welcome.'
Mr. Don rises; he stares at his son.
'How did you get it, Dick?'