“And then bring them in here and introduce them to me,” said Ran.
And Dandy followed the footman out into the hall.
There he found a tall, thin, gray-haired man clothed in an ulster from head to heel, holding in his left hand a warm cap, and on his right arm a stout, rosy, handsome woman in a black velvet bonnet and a gray plaid shawl that nearly covered the whole of her black silk dress.
“You—you—you are—my niece—Julia Quin—as was?” inquired old Dandy, moving doubtfully toward the smiling woman and holding out his hand.
“Yes, indeed; that is, you are Uncle Andrew,” the visitor exclaimed, taking the offered hand.
“Why, to be sure I am!” he cried, drawing her up and kissing her heartily. “And would you believe it, my wench, but this is the first time I have kissed a ’oman for more than twenty years! And now interdooce me to your hubby.”
“There is hardly need; he knows who you are! Shake hands long o’ your nephy,” she answered, laughing.
The two men simultaneously advanced and met.
“I am proud to make your acquaintance, sir,” said John Legg.
“So am I yours,” answered Dandy, cordially, if a little incoherently.