"Tilly!"
"Hallo!" replied an extremely small voice; and a shrinking figure appeared in the opening of the curtains.
CHAPTER XIII
LUCIDITY ITSELF
I
"This, Mum," announced Dicky in tones of immense pride, "is Tilly. Miss Welwyn, you know."
He advanced to the girl, who still stood hesitatingly in the opening of the curtains, and drew her forward by the hand.
"Come along, little thing," he said, in a voice which made Connie Carmyle's heart warm to him. "Don't be frightened. I present to you my lady mother. You will know one another intimately in no time," he added untruthfully.
Miss Tilly Welwyn advanced with faltering steps. It was seen now that she was petite, almost the same height and build as Connie Carmyle, with great grey eyes and a pretty mouth. She was wrapped in a man's Burberry coat, and wore a motor veil tied under her chin. Rain dripped from her in all directions. Timidly she extended a glistening and froggy paw in the direction of her hostess.
"How do you do, Miss Weller?" said Lady Adela, mystified but well-bred.