"Which?"
"King's Crest."
A moment's silence. Then, "That's my home. I have lived there all my life."
The lame man gave him a sharp glance. "I heard of it in Washington—delightful atmosphere—and all that——"
"You are going as a—paying guest?"
"Yes."
A deep flush stained the younger man's face. Suddenly he broke out. "If you knew how rotten it seems to me to have my mother keeping—boarders——"
"My dear fellow, I hope you don't think it is going to be rotten to have me?"
"No. But there are other people. And I didn't know until I came back from France—— She had to tell me when she knew I was coming."