I'm sending you your delayed proofs, and by way of apology and distraction, the volume of verse which has created such a sensation in literary and critical circles--those two kingdoms which occasionally overlap--but are not always completely allied. I feel certain that you and Mavis will enjoy Richard Warren. Old and sedate as I have grown with the years, I must confess that he has made my pulses quicken and my heart take on something of its youth again. With warmest remembrances to you both, Faithfully yours, JOHN DENTON I gave the letter back to father. "It must be some book!" I remarked with awe, if slangily. Father raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Mr. Denton--and 'quickened pulses'?" I quoted with a rising inflection. "Why not?" interrogated my parent. "A contemporary of mine, and, Mavis, you must admit, an admirer of yours--" I was flattered into silence, and turned my attention to my roses once more. Father chewed his pipe stem--a reprehensible habit--and made an announcement. "We've had another caller today," he said. "You're as bad as Sarah for concealing things until the eleventh hour," I reproached him. "Who was it?" "Denton's nephew." This, in Green Hill phraseology, really fetched me. Round-eyed, I stared. "Didn't know he had one!" I said, somewhat aggrieved. "Who is he, and what is he doing here?" Father stretched out his long legs, preparatory to explanation. "It's a long story," he said. "Briefly, this is a prodigal nephew. There has been some family feud in the Denton clan, but recently done away with. When the hatchet was buried, Denton got into touch with his late brother's family, which consists of a wife, and an only son, who is a doctor. He has just recovered from a slight break-down--overwork, I believe. And Denton through me arranged to have him come here to recuperate and at the same time to assist our good friend, McAllister in some of his surgical research." By this time my mind was putting two and two together and making eight or nine. "Not Doctor Denton," I asked, "_the_ Doctor Denton?" Father nodded. "Perhaps--" he began wistfully. But I shook my head.