“Well, I've taken your advice, and now a woman's hand is coming into it to guide it and direct it.”
“It must be the right hand, though, mind that.”
“It will be the right hand, auntie.”
“Weel, that's grand,” with another twinkle. “I thought it might be the left, ye see, and ye might be putting a wedding-ring on it!” And then she burst into a peal of laughter.
“However did you find it out?” he said, with looks of astonishment.
“Tut, laddie, love and a cough can not be hidden. And to think a woman couldna see through you, too! But come,” tapping the table with both hands, “who is she?”
“Guess.”
“Not one of your Sisters—no?” with hesitation.
“No,” with emphasis.
“Some other simpering thing, na doot-they're all alike these days.”