"Has your mother often spoken of me?"
"Oh yes, sir," I said again, and at once observed that his face brightened up.
"And who are these young people?" he inquired, apparently noticing the group by the table for the first time.
I introduced them, and Mr. Floyd shook hands with Jack, put his hand under Harry's chin and looked keenly into his chiselled, beautiful face; then gave another glance at Georgy, to whom he had first bowed.
"Miss Lenox?" he repeated. "Any relation of George Lenox?"
"Oh yes, sir: I am his daughter," cried Georgy, blushing and dimpling. "I am third cousin to your little girl: Mr. Raymond at The Headlands is my great-uncle."
"Yes, of course. How is your father?"
"Papa is pretty well."
"He was first cousin of my wife," said Mr. Floyd, "and I have met him, I believe."
The door-bell rang again.