I don't think I ever saw Auntie come so near beamin' before. She seems right at home, fieldin' that line of chat. And Vee, too, is more or less under the spell. As for me, I'm on the outside lookin' in. I did manage though, after doin' the dummy act for half an hour, to lead Vee off to the window alcove and get in a few words.
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"Who's the professor?" says I.
"Why, he isn't a professor," says Vee.
"He's got the patter," says I. "Old friend of Auntie's, I take it?"
No, it wasn't quite that. Seems the late Mrs. Creighton had been a chum of Auntie's 'way back when they was girls, and the fact had only been discovered when Clyde and Auntie got together a few days before at some studio tea doins'.
"About how late was the late Mrs. C. C.?" says I.
"Oh, he has been a widower for several years, I think," says Vee. "Poor man! Isn't he distinguished-looking?"