"I only hope you won't talk like that in the presence of Mr Ogilvie.

I expect you're right in surmising that he's been a great traveller, for he says himself that he has led a very wandering, restless life, and he would be shocked to think I had a nephew who didn't know how to find India upon the map.

There, you've had quite as many cherries as are good for you, I'm sure.

Let us go and see if it's dry enough to have our coffee on the lawn, while Martha clears away." Now although Austin was intensely tickled at the idea of Aunt Charlotte having had a love-affair, and a love-affair that appeared to threaten renewal, the fact was that he really felt just a little anxious.

Not that he believed for a moment that she would be such a goose as to marry, at her age; that, he assured himself, was impossible.