"No," he answered shortly. Then, in suaver tone: "It is more than a year now that I have been out of the world. The East; wild parts of Hindustan and Northern China; and then the South Seas. I have a boy's passion for travel."
"But not for your native land. You are an American, aren't you?"
"I have been. And I want to be again. But I shall need help."
"We Fentrisses are terribly American. Don't you want us to reclaim you?"
"Would you? Then I may come back?"
"You must. Father will want to see you."
"And I him. He is well?"
"Very. Where can he find you?"
"At the St. Regis for a few days."