'Perhaps Dr. Dancer has called for a chat,' said Aunt Annie with pleasant anticipation.
Sarah was heard to ascend and to run along the hall. Then Sarah entered the dining-room.
'Please, sir, there's a young lady to see you.'
Henry flushed.
The sisters looked at one another.
'What name, Sarah?' Aunt Annie whispered.
'I didn't ask, mum.'
'How often have I told you always to ask strangers' names when they come to the door!' Aunt Annie's whisper became angry. 'Go and see.'
Henry hoped and feared, feared and hoped. But he knew not where to look.
Sarah returned and said: 'The young lady's name is Foster, sir.'