He was a well-set-up, fair-haired boy of nineteen, tall and broad, with a fair moustache; and she spoilt him because he was like his father. Really she spoilt them all, each for a different reason, but Guy could do anything that he pleased with her. He now caught her in his arms and asked once more:
"Now, Auntie, where have you been?"
And she blushed like a child. She did not mean to say where she had been, but she had not reckoned on his attacking her like this:
"Why, nowhere!" she said, defending herself. "I've been walking with Adele...."
"No!" said Guy, firmly. "You've been to the little old lady's."
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes!"
"Come, boy, let me be. I want to go up and change.... Where's Mamma?"
"Mamma's upstairs," said Gerdy. "Are you coming down soon again, Auntie? Shall I get tea ready? Shall I light the lamp? It's jolly, having tea in a storm like this."
"All right, dear, do."