Poor Malcolm has--Malcolm," sharply, "come here! Don't you see Caroline ?" Malcolm was groping nervously for his hat.

He picked it up and obeyed his mother's summons, though with no great eagerness.
"How d'ye do, Caroline," he stammered, confusedly.

"I--I--It's a deuce of a surprise to see you down here.

The mater and I didn't expect--that is, we scarcely hoped to meet anyone but Sylvester.

He sent for us, you know." He extended his hand.