“Uncle Fred?”
Queenie clapped her hands.
“There! I knew you could guess if you tried. Yes, it’s Uncle Fred. He likes the place, and he has plenty of money now, so he has bought it, and he’s going to come and live here very soon, as soon as he can get married and come over to England.”
Bertie looked mystified.
“Isn’t he in England now?”
“No, he’s in Australia. He likes travelling about, and he went there almost as soon as he left us in the summer, and now he’s going to get married.”
Queenie said these words in a voice that implied a great deal. She tried to excite Bertie’s curiosity by her manner, but he was too simple-minded to understand her moods, and he only said, quite quietly,—
“Is he?”
“Yes, he is; and if you like I’ll tell you all about it. It’s very romantic.”
“What is?”