"Madame?"
"Some day I want to take a look at that young woman who is cataloguing your collection."
"That's just what I want you to do now," he said cheerfully. "I'm taking her to New York this evening."
Aunt Hannah, astonished and out of countenance, remained mute, her sharp nose buried in her furs. She had been trapped, and she knew it. Then her eyes glittered:
"You're being talked about," she said with satisfaction. "So is she! Ha!"
"Much?" he asked coolly.
"No. The good folk are only asking each other why you meet her at the station with your car. They think she carries antique gems in her satchel. Later they'll suspect who the real jewel is. Ha!"
"I like her; that's why I meet her," he said coolly.
"You like her?"
"I sure do. She is some girl, dear lady."