There was a confused noise of mutual greetings and introductions, and then Bream got a good sight of Sam and napped forward with his right wing outstretched.
“Why, hello!” said Bream.
“How are you, Mortimer?” said Sam coldly.
“What, do you know my son?” exclaimed Sir Mallaby.
“Came over in the boat together,” said Bream.
“Capital!” said Sir Mallaby. “Old friends, eh? Miss Bennett,” he turned to Billie, who had been staring wide-eyed at her late fiancé, “let me present my son, Sam. Sam, this is Miss Bennett.”
“How do you do?” said Sam.
“How do you do?” said Billie.
“Bennett, you’ve never met my son, I think?”
Mr. Bennett peered at Sam with protruding eyes which gave him the appearance of a rather unusually stout prawn.