He rang the bell.
“Thank you for seeing me home.”
“Good-night, Marianne.”
The butler opened the door; she went in. He trotted back, whistling like a boy.
“Wherever have you been, Marianne?” asked Bertha.
“I stayed to dinner at Aunt Constance’.”
“I was anxious about you,” said Bertha.
But she was glad that Constance had been so gracious.
“Who brought you home?”
“Uncle.”