"I got it in Vienna," said Julian modestly.
"Um-m— Very good cut! Turn around."
The boy wheeled about.
"Yes—very good—— You have a nice day to go."
Medfield nodded toward the window.
"First-rate!" The young man's face was full of careless light. It seemed to radiate about them.
His father looked at it half curiously. "Have them serve tea for you.... Give her a good time," he said absently. He was searching among the papers beside him. "I ought to have some cards somewhere!"
"What is it, sir? Can I get something for you?"
"Over there in that desk— That's it! Lower drawer— Just see if there are some of my cards there, will you?"
The boy took them out with an amused smile. "Going calling?" He brought them across.