“Yes, aunt.” (faintly)
“Tell your brother—if he can leave off smoking—I wish to speak to him.”
Zoe hung her head, and was in no hurry to bring about the proposed conference.
While she deliberated, says Fanny, with vast alacrity, “I'll tell him, aunt.”
“Oh, Fanny!” murmured Zoe, in a reproachful whisper.
“All right!” whispered Fanny in reply, and whipped out on to the balcony. “Here's Aunt Maitland wants to know if you ever leave off smoking;” and she threw a most aggressive manner into the query.
The big man replied, composedly, “Tell her I do—at meals and prayers; but I always sleep with a pipe in my mouth—heavily insured!”
“Well, then, you mustn't; for she has something very particular to say to you when you've done smoking.”
“Something particular! That means something disagreeable. Tell her I shall be smoking all day to-day.”
Fanny danced into the room and said, “He says he shall be smoking all day, under the circumstances.”