"Kathleen!" he cried.

"Is it really you ?" He threw down his pole as he spoke and took her hand in both of his, the flush on his fair face spreading to the roots of his hair.
"You know Mrs.Waring-Gaunt," said Kathleen to him, for he paid no attention at all to the others.

Mrs.Waring-Gaunt acknowledged Switzer's heel clicks, as also did her brother when introduced.
"You have been keeping the logs running, Ernest, I see.

That is very good of you," said Kathleen.
"Yes, there was the beginning of a nice little jamb here," said Switzer.
"They are running right enough now.

But when did you return ?" he continued, dropping into a confidential tone and turning his back upon the others.