“Perhaps I can help you.”
“I suppose I ought to remember you,” ventured our hero, “but I can’t think of your name.”
“Jasper Wheelock. You don’t mean to say you don’t remember me? Perhaps it isn’t strange, as we only met once or twice in your country home. But that doesn’t matter. I’m just as ready to help you. By the way, have you dined?”
“No.”
“No more have I. Come in and dine with me.”
“What’ll you take?” asked Jasper Wheelock, passing the bill of fare to Frank.
“I think I should like to have some roast beef,” said Frank.
“That will suit me. Here, waiter, two plates of roast beef, and two cups of coffee.”
“How are they all at home?” asked Jasper.
“My mother has just died.”