"I think we are almost mutual acquaintances," said he; "won't you come in? My name is Tozer and Ravenshaw is my best friend. I'd like to talk to you about him. Won't you come in?"
"Certainly," said the other. "My name is Delyse—I daresay you know it."
"I know it well," said Tozer.
"I don't mean by my books," said Julia, taking her seat in the comfortable sitting-room, "but from Mr. Ravenshaw."
"From both," said Tozer, "and what I want to see is Ravenshaw's name as well known as yours some day. Bobby has been a spendthrift with his time, and he has lots of cleverness."
"Lots," said Julia.
Tozer, who had a keen eye for character, had passed Julia as a sensible person—he had never seen her in one of her love-fits—and she was a lady. Just the person to look after Bobby.
"He has gone down to the country to-day with an old gentleman, his uncle."
"I know all about him," said Julia.
"Bobby has told you, then?"