She believes in me immensely.

I am such a real Granger, there never was a more typical one.
And we shake our heads together over you." My bewilderment was infinite, but it stopped short of being unpleasant.
"Might I call on my aunt ?" I asked.

"It wouldn't interfere--" "Oh, it wouldn't _interfere_," she said, "but we leave for Paris to-morrow.

We are very busy.

We--that is, my aunt; I am too young and too, too discreet--have a little salon where we hatch plots against half the regimes in Europe.