"
"But has he any intimate friends? Have you met any of them?"
"I met one once. He seemed to be pretty intimate. Anyhow, they called
each other by their first names. Ho! ho! that whole thing was kind of
funny. I never wrote you about that, did I?"
He told of the meeting in the Rathskeller. Gertrude evinced much
interest.
"What was this friend's name?" she asked.
"'Monty,' that's all I heard. Queer name, ain't it--isn't it, I
mean. But it ain't any queerer than 'Tacks'; that's what he called
Hungerford."
"Has this 'Monty' called here? Has he been here at the house?"
"No-o, no, he hasn't. I caught a glimpse of him at the club, that time
when I went there with Barney--Godfreys! it's a good thing Serena didn't
hear me say that--with Phelps Black, I mean."
"Daddy, sometime when you have an opportunity, ask Mr. Black about this
Monty, will you?"
"Sartin, if you want me to. But what do you care about Percy
Hungerford's friends?"
"I don't--about his friends."
With which enigmatical remark she moved away to join Cousin Percy, who
had just entered the room.
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