By this time we were within hail of my uncle, and with that joy one
instinctively assumes on such occasions I waved my stick in exultant
circles at him and called out, 'How very delightful of you, Uncle
Rudolph!' And I advanced to greet him, the others tactfully dropping
behind, alone.
There on the mountain side, with the rude wind whisking his clothes
irreverently about, we kissed; and in my uncle's kiss I instantly
perceived something of the quality of Mrs. Barnes's speeches the day I
smoked the twelve cigarettes,--he was forgiving me.
'I have come to escort you home to England,' he said, his face spread
over with the spirit of allowing byegones to be byegones; and in that
spirit he let go of his apron in order reassuringly to pat my shoulder.
Immediately the apron bellied. His hand had abruptly to leave my
shoulder so as to clutch it down again. 'You are with ladies?' he said a
little distractedly, holding on to this turbulent portion of his
clothing.
'Yes, Uncle Rudolph,' I replied modestly. 'I hope you didn't expect to
find me with gentlemen?'
'I expected to find you, dear child, as I have always found you,--ready
to admit and retrace. Generously ready to admit and retrace.'
'Sweet of you,' I murmured. 'But you should have let me know you were
coming. I'd have had things killed for you. Fatted things.'
'It is not I,' he said, in as gentle a voice as he could manage, the
wind being what it was, 'who am the returning prodigal. Indeed I wish
for your sake that I were. My shoulders could bear the burden better
than those little ones of yours.'
This talk was ominous, so I said, 'I must introduce you to Mrs. Barnes
and her sister Mrs. Jewks. Let me present,' I said ceremoniously,
turning to them who were now fortunately near enough, 'my Uncle Rudolph
to you, of whom you have often heard me speak.'
'Indeed we have,' said Mrs. Barnes, with as extreme a cordiality as awe
permitted.
My uncle, obviously relieved to find his niece not eccentrically alone
but flanked by figures so respectable, securely, as it were, embedded in
widows, was very gracious. Mrs. Barnes received his pleasant speeches
with delighted reverence; and as we went back to the house, for the
first thing to do with arrivals from England is to give them a bath, he
and she fell naturally into each other's company along the narrow track,
and Dolly and I followed behind.
We looked at each other, simultaneously perceiving the advantages of
four rather than of three. Behind Mrs. Barnes's absorbed and obsequious
back we looked at each other with visions in our eyes of unsupervised
talks opening before us.
'They have their uses, you see,' I said in a low voice,--not that I need
have lowered it in that wind.
'Deans have,' agreed Dolly, nodding.
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