Reggie Armistead

"... to be the center of interest, and in a corner of the terrace that faced the bay were some people taking tea and watching a match of singles between Reggie Armistead and their hostess. The chauffeur took the suitcase to the butler, and Olga Tcherny led the way to the tea table, where Phyllis Van Vorst was pouring tea. Beside her ..."

"... maid. "Poor Georgette!" said Hermia softly, watching Olga's fingers quickly twist the erring strand into place. At this moment there was a sound of footsteps on the walk, and Reggie Armistead, who like a ubiquitous terrier had at last found the scent, came down the arbor ..."

"... only been delayed. "Good news!" she said quietly. "In that case I intend flying back to Wake Robin." A chorus of protests greeted her decision. "You sha'n't, Hermia," shouted Reggie Armistead, "until either Salingac or I have tried it out!" "You will oblige me, Reggie," replied Hermia calmly, "by minding your own business. " "Oh, Hermia, after falling this morning! How can you dare?" cried Sliss Van Vorst, with a genteel shudder. "If Mademoiselle will ..."

"... from her mind. She would wait. He would come to her. Time would mend his wounds. On the way to the house she passed the hangar, where her hostess, Reggie Armistead, and Salignac were tinkering with the machines. She stopped and watched them for a moment, when Hermia joined her and they walked toward the house together. "I'm awfully sorry, Olga?n ..."