, "seen it somewhere on a thinner
man."

For Dick Danvers, that he did not recognise Flipp, there was more excuse.
A very old young man had Flipp become at thirty. Flipp no longer enjoyed
popular journalism. He produced it.

The gold-bound doorkeeper feared the mighty Clodd would be unable to see
so insignificant an atom as an unappointed stranger, but would let the
card of Mr. Richard Danvers plead for itself. To the gold-bound keeper's
surprise came down the message that Mr. Danvers was to be at once shown
up.

"I thought, somehow, you would come to me first," said the portly Clodd,
advancing with out-stretched hand. "And this is--?"

"My little girl, Honor. We have been travelling for the last few
months."

Clodd took the grave, small face between his big, rough hands:

"Yes. She is like you. But looks as if she were going to have more
sense. Forgive me, I knew your father my dear," laughed Clodd; "when he
was younger."

They lit their cigars and talked.

"Well, not exactly dead; we amalgamated it," winked Clodd in answer to
Danvers' inquiry. "It was just a trifle _too_ high-class. Besides, the
old gentleman was not getting younger. It hurt him a little at first.
But then came Tommy's great success, and that has reconciled him to all
things. Do they know you are in England?"

"No," explained Danvers; "we arrived only last night."

Clodd called directions down the speaking-tube.

"You will find hardly any change in her. One still has to keep one's eye
upon her chin. She has not even lost her old habit of taking stock of
people. You remember." Clodd laughed.

They talked a little longer, till there came a whistle, and Clodd put his
ear to the tube.

"I have to see her on business," said Clodd, rising; "you may as well
come with me. They are still in the old place, Gough Square."

Tommy was out, but Peter was expecting her every minute.

Peter did not know Dick, but would not admit it. Forgetfulness was a
sign of age, and Peter still felt young.

"I know your face quite well," said Peter; "can't put a name to it,
that's all."

Clodd whispered it to him, together with information bringing history up
to date. And then light fell upon the old lined face. He came towards
Dick, meaning to take him by both hands, but, perhaps because he had
become somewhat feeble, he seemed glad when the younger man put his arms
around him and held him for a moment. It was un-English, and both of
th