"Well—did you give her any cause for jealousy?"
Ranny's mother struck in. "He wouldn't, John." And his Aunt Randall murmured half-audible and shocked negation.
Ranny stared at his uncle as if he wondered where he was coming out next.
"Of course I didn't."
"Are—you—quite—sure about that?"
"You needn't ask him such a thing," said Ranny's mother; and Ranny fairly squared himself.
"Look here, Uncle, what d'you want to get at?"
"The facts, my boy."
"You've got all there are."
"How about that young woman up at your place?"