"A place I've been looking for—nearly all my life, nephew. I'll trouble you for the blackberry jam, my Porges."
"Yes, try the blackberry,—Aunt Priscilla made it her very own self."
"You know it's perfectly—ridiculous!" said Anthea, frowning and laughing, both at the same time.
"What is, Miss Anthea?"
"Why that you should be sitting here calling Georgy your nephew, and that I should be pouring out tea for you, quite as a matter of course."
"It seems to me the most delightfully natural thing in the world," said
Bellew, in his slow, grave manner.
"But—I've only known you—half an hour—!"
"But then, friendships ripen quickly—in Arcadia."
"I wonder what Aunt Priscilla will have to say about it!"
"Aunt Priscilla?"