“Humph! That must be bad enough, then. What—”
He stopped. His daughter's escort had caught his attention. The young man's face was familiar.
“Why!” he faltered, “isn't this—”
“This is Mr. Holway, Daddy. I wanted you to meet him.”
Her tone was quite serious, but there was an odd expression in her eye. Mr. Holway, blond, immaculate and blase, bowed. Then he, too, started.
“Eh!” he exclaimed. “Why, by Jove!”
Captain Dan nodded. “Yes,” he observed, quietly. “Well, I'm much obliged to you, Gertie, but Mr. Holway and I have met before.”
Gertrude's surprise, real or assumed, was great.
“Have you?” she cried. “Why, how odd! When?”
Mr. Holway, himself, answered. He seemed confused and his explanation was hurriedly given.