"Oh, yes! They've gone to the theater, and to dance afterwards. They won't be home until three or after. She insists on my staying up to put her to bed, but they know I go out while they're out."
"Have you any news for me?"
"Yes, I think I have."
"Shoot!"
"You remember in my last letter I said Miriam had had a telephone conversation yesterday that seemed to agitate her?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think I have the explanation. Last night when I was putting my lady to bed—Oh, my dear, you'll never know what I have been through!—Bobo said, apropos of nothing, but only anxious to propitiate her, 'It will be nice to have some relations, won't it?' Miriam replied ill-temperedly: 'I'm not so crazy about it.' 'What's Uncle George like?' asked Bobo. 'Just a business man,' she answered, 'a manufacturer of stoves or something.' 'Well fixed?' asked Bobo. 'He must be or he couldn't have retired,' she answered."
Kate went on: "Well, Uncle George and Aunt Sally turned up for lunch to-day."
"Ha!" said Jack. "What's he like?"
"He doesn't fit the descriptions of 'Mr. B.'"