by Carroll Watson Rankin (Author)

Mr. Arthur Mackwayte slipped noiselessly into the dining-room and took his place at the table. He always moved quietly, a look of gentle deprecation on his face as much as to say: "Really, you know, I can't help being here: if you will just overlook me this time, by and by you won't notice I'm there at all " That was how he went through life, a shy, retiring little man, quiet as a mouse, gentle as a dove, modesty personified.