Why, he said, staring at me aghast, 'why--the woman's a pro-German!' In my turn I stared aghast. 'Mrs. _Barnes_?' I exclaimed, stung to quite a loud exclamation by the grossness of this injustice. 'Yes,' said my uncle, horrified. 'Yes. Didn't you notice her expression? Good heavens--and I who've taken care not to speak to a pro-German for five years, and had hoped, God willing, never to speak to one again, much less--' he banged his fists on the arms of the chair, and the _Times_ slid on to the floor--'much less be under the same roof with one.' 'Well then, you see, God wasn't willing,' I said, greatly shocked. Here was the ecclesiastic coming up again with a vengeance in all the characteristic anti-Christian qualities; and I was so much stirred by his readiness to believe what he thinks is the very worst of poor, distracted Mrs. Barnes, that I flung caution to the winds and went indignantly on: 'It isn't Mrs. Barnes who is pro-German in this house--it's Dolly.' 'What?' cried my uncle. 'Yes,' I repeated, nodding my head at him defiantly, for having said it I was scared, 'it's Dolly.' 'Dolly?' echoed my uncle, grasping the arms of his chair. 'Perhaps pro-German doesn't quite describe it,' I hurried on nervously, 'and yet I don't know--I think it would. Perhaps it's better to say that she is--she is of an unprejudiced international spirit--' Then I suddenly realised that Mrs. Barnes was gone. Driven away. Not likely to appear again for ages. I got up quickly. 'Look here, Uncle Rudolph,' I said, making hastily, even as Mrs. Barnes had made, for the stairs, 'you ask Dolly about it yourself. I'll go and tell her to come down. You ask her about being pro-German. She'll tell you. Only--' I ran back to him and lowered my voice--'propose first. She won't tell you unless you've proposed first.' Then, as he sat clutching the arms of his chair and staring at me, I bent down and whispered, 'Now's your chance, Uncle Rudolph. You've settled poor Mrs. Barnes for a bit. She won't interrupt. I'll send Dolly--goodbye--good luck!' And hurriedly kissing him I hastened upstairs to Dolly's room. Because of the door leading out of it into Mrs. Barnes's room I had to be as cautious as I was last night. I did exactly the same things: went in on tiptoe, took hold of her firmly by the wrist, and led her out without a word. Then all I had to do was to point to the stairs, and at the same time make a face--but a kind face, I hope--at her sister's shut door, and the intelligent Dolly did the rest. She proceeded with a sober dignity pleasant to watch, along the passage in order to be proposed to. Practice in being proposed to has made her perfect. At the top of the stairs she turned and smiled at me,--her dimple was adorable. I waved my hand; she disappeared; and here I am. Forty minutes of the hour are gone. She must be in the very middle now of Juchs. _Night._