"You'll come in, won't you, Mamma, if you feel cold?"
And she went back to the drawing-room, intending to go upstairs.
But voices sounded from the hall and the door was opened. It was Gerdy and Guy:
"Are you in, Auntie?"
"Are you back at last?"
"Where have you been all the afternoon?"
"Have you been walking with Adele?"
"Come, Auntie," said Guy, "give an account of yourself!"
He was a well-set-up, fair-haired boy of nineteen, tall and broad, with a fair moustache; and she spoilt him because he was like his father. Really she spoilt them all, each for a different reason, but Guy could do anything that he pleased with her. He now caught her in his arms and asked once more:
"Now, Auntie, where have you been?"
And she blushed like a child. She did not mean to say where she had been, but she had not reckoned on his attacking her like this:
"Why, nowhere!" she said, defending herself. "I've been walking with Adele. . . ."
"No!" said Guy, firmly. "You've been to the little old lady's."
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes!"
"Come, boy, let me be. I want to go up and change. . . . Where's Mamma?"
"Mamma's upstairs," said Gerdy. "Are you coming down soon again, Auntie? Shall I get tea ready? Shall I light the lamp? It's jolly, having tea in a storm like this."
"All right, dear, do."
"Will you come down soon?"
"Yes, yes, at once. . . ."
