CHAPTER XII.
IS THIS HIS PHOTOGRAPH?
The best way to get a talk with his cousin was to dine with her.
Arnold therefore went to Chester Square next day with the photograph in his pocket.

It was half an hour before dinner when he arrived, and Clara was alone.
"My dear," she cried with enthusiasm, "I am charmed--I am delighted--with Iris." "I am glad," said Arnold mendaciously.
"I am delighted with her--in every way.

She is more and better than I could have expected--far more.

A few Americanisms, of course--" "No doubt," said Arnold.

"When I saw her I thought they rather resembled Anglicisms.