"Glad to see me back, Indiana?" he asked, holding her hand, while Lord Canning stood discreetly in the background.
"Cause—Lord Canning, this is Glen Masters, my old friend and playmate—the Right Honourable Thurston Ralph Canning, Viscount. Right?"
"Perfectly."
"Glen's a character," continued Indiana, "he hates cities."
"I do, sir," said Glen, rather aggressively. "But I'm not out of the swim. I keep myself thoroughly posted upon politics and literature of the world."
"He fought in the Spanish-American war," said Indiana, putting her hand proudly on his shoulder.
"And when it was over," laughed Glen, "I came, like Cincinnatus, back to the plow. My father's been working a farm this spring for his health, and I've been helping him."
"Character, brain, muscle," observed Lord Canning. "That is the stuff which has made the American nation what it is to-day." He extended his hand to Glen, who grasped it without enthusiasm.
"Mail for me, Indiana?"
"Yes, it's all up in your room." He took his coat and several other things from the boat.