Miss Ram's eye stabbed him again.
“February. Then you must be twenty-one now?”
“Tch-tch!” sounded Miss Ram.
“Twenty-one,” George stammered. “Twenty-one—”
From the other room at that moment Miss Porter called.
“I am required,” said Miss Ram, “elsewhere. I will return in a moment.” She passed out; closed the door.
V.
“My darling!” cried George.
“Georgie!”
They embraced.