Barry coloured a bit at the bluntness, but rather with pleasure than embarrassment.
"I guess I don't quite understand," remarked Louise a little coolly.
"Well, you see, the fact is we're very old friends, Miss Whitcom and I—"
"Aunt Marjie!"
"Yes—Marjie...." He repeated the name slowly, and with the sly relish of one who is not quite sure whether he would dare perpetrate such an indulgence in the presence of the adored herself.
"Why, how perfectly romantic!" cried Louise. And she ceased entirely, for the moment, to be concerned about the puzzling and rather tangled romance of her own life.
"You say you haven't seen each other for years?"
"Five years," he nodded.
"Oh, how surprised she will be! I do certainly want to be there when she first sees you!"