Get some of the servants to give you a description of him, and 'phone it through to Flack at the Yard.
"Well, I was in hopes I could show you something," Mr. Flack said.
"Well, he's a prince compared with Mr. Flack," Delia declared.
"Good-bye, Mr. Flack," said Francie, trying to gain ground from him.
Without Mr. Flack, at the cafes, he felt too much a non-consumer.
Why the count and the marquis won't be interested in Mr. Flack.
"I'm sorry; I hoped you'd tell me a good lot about it," said Mr. Flack, not with levity.
"I don't know, Mr. Flack," Francie answered with impatience.
"Well, they're like me then," said Mr. Flack with friendly cheer.
"You draw me out and then you gibe at me," Mr. Flack returned.