As Olinski advanced eagerly to meet her, she favored him with a delightful smile. He bowed low and kissed her hand, not in a perfunctory, European-custom way, but rather warmly and explosively.
"My dear Patricia!" he exclaimed. "You look—adorable."
"And you look hungry," she returned his compliment with a mischievous twinkle.
"And so I am," Olinski replied.
"As soon as I knew you were coming for dinner, I asked Aunt Jane to have one of your favorite desserts prepared—steamed peach roly-poly, with cream sauce," Pat informed him.
"Thank you for being so thoughtful and nice," he said under his breath.
"Of course, I never allow Pat to touch sweets," said Jane. "Girls of her age should keep their angles as long as possible."
"Speaking of angles," Olinski remarked, good-humoredly, "I've often wondered how Prince Matani, who dines out so much, manages to keep his angles."
"Oh, the Prince!" said Jane, taken a little unawares. "He is very slender, isn't he?"
"And very handsome and distinguished looking," Pat interjected, softly but emphatically.