to him, came full upon William and June seated together upon the adjacent sofa. For a moment it was as if a feather would have knocked him down. He could trust his eyes so little that he hastily changed his spectacles.
"What!" His brow was thunder. "You! Here!"
June, ready to carry the war into the country of the enemy, was prepared to offer a cool "Why not?" Happily, a second and wiser thought led her to await developments. Secretly, Uncle Si was in a pretty rage as June could tell by the look of him. But he was not one to let his feelings override his judgment. Whatever they were, they could keep. He had come there for a particular purpose; this afternoon he was bent on business only.
In the rasping voice which made June think of a file and sandpaper, S. Gedge Antiques remarked: "Still Hobbemaising, eh?"
William modestly admitted that he hoped Miss June would have a look at The Avenue.
"Let's hope she'll be the better for it." The old man did his best to be polite. "It will improve her mind, no doubt."
"But we have come to see the Van Roon, sir," said William impulsively.
"Oh, you have." There was a sudden narrowing of foxy eyes. "Seems to me, boy, you've got Van Roon on the brain."
William could not help laughing at his master's tone of playfulness, but June did not laugh. She knew but too well that as far as Uncle Si was concerned, Van Roon was an exceedingly serious matter.
"You are wise, boy"—the old man tried very hard
