Miss Lynde did not make any reply. She asked, “Do you know my aunt, Durgin?”
“I didn't know you had one.”
“Yes, everybody has an aunt—even when they haven't a mother, if you can believe the Gilbert operas. I ask because I happen to live with my aunt, and if you knew her she might—ask you to call.” Miss Lynde scanned Jeff's face for the effect of this.
He said, gravely: “If you'll introduce me to her, I'll ask her to let me.”
“Would you, really?” said the girl. “I've half a mind to try. I wonder if you'd really have the courage.”
“I don't think I'm easily rattled.”
“You mean that I'm trying to rattle you.”
“No—”
“I'm not. My aunt is just what I've said.”
“You haven't said what she was. Is she here?”