"Well, then?"
"All right, I ought not to have interrupted you."
"Very well! let us resume—let me see, what was I saying?"
"That in that handsome dark violet velvet dress you represent the grandmother of the family."
"Just so, you're quite right! Now, attention please! The trial has commenced, be on your guard."
"Right you are!"
"Well, what do you think of Mademoiselle Kondjé-Gul Murrah?" she asked me point blank, looking me straight in the face.
This question was so unexpected that I felt myself blush like a girl of sixteen.
"Why," I answered, "I think her—most charming and beautiful."
"That's right! Pray don't alarm yourself, my dear young man!" continued my aunt with a smile.