“One understands geography a great deal better with you in the room,” he confessed.
“But I shouldn’t be in the room,” she cried. “I was on my way to Aunt.”
She rose at once, but this time he covered her retreat.
“Have you written down what I just told you?” he asked.
“I don’t think I shall write down any more,” she answered, remembering the mistake she had made to the cook.
She was almost as tall as he and yet he could not see her eyes.
“Aunt is waiting for me,” she explained.
“That is a safe statement to make at any time, isn’t it?”
“But this is very important; I am to see about the dusting.”
“I don’t believe you can find any dust in the house.”