Theodore, his old colored servant, came in with a card on a tray.
“Lady to see you, Mr. Gamadge; she say she have no appointment, but Mrs. Harrison Barclay tell her you ain’t stiff about things like that. I wanted to say you ain’t stiff enough about anything.”
“The wonder is you didn’t turn her away.” Gamadge took the card, and read what was on it.
“She ain’t anybody to turn away, Mr. Gamadge. Nice lady, not as young as she was any more; came in a nice little car with a chow dog in it, young lady drivin’—you don’t see many young ladies like her around this town.”
“Glad you approve of the outfit. Quite a nice name on the card, too,” said Gamadge.
“You goin’ to see this lady?”
“Of course I am. Nobody turns down a Vauregard.”