He flushed.
"I don't know. I was coming in. I saw you, and—I funked it suddenly! I was so beastly ashamed. It was awfully good of you to come after me like that, Nell," earnestly.
"Oh, now he's a nice, sweet Teddie again, and he'll let me tell him to come and sit up in the Stronghold while I paint, won't he? There's that 'Adventures of an Irish R.M.' you're halfway through. You can read that."
He opened the door for her.
"I can hear my acushlum," he said.
CHAPTER XXIV
"Aunt Kezia says she hopes to be home in a few days, and that she trusts we are all behaving ourselves, and she hopes I'm looking after Sarah, and seeing that she uses up all the crusts and bits of bread for bread-puddings and bread-crumbs, and that she doesn't go up into Aunt Kezia's bedroom to look out of the window at her young man—"
"By Jove, I never knew Aunt Kezia had a young man!"
"And she hopes—"
"And she might let poor Sarah just look at him—he must be a curiosity. Fancy Aunt Kezia being so jealous!"