"How do you do?" Her guest wheeled round quickly at Miss Uniacke's
voice, his face eager. "This is good of you! I heard you were engaged
and was prepared to wait for hours! Polly refused to take pity upon
me," he added as they shook hands.
"Silly fool!" said the parrot explosively, the moment McTaggart turned
his back.
Aunt Elizabeth, fearing that worse might follow, picked up the baize
cover and blotted the bird out effectually.
"He gets so tiresome," she explained. "Won't you sit here?" and was
settling herself on the sofa facing her visitor when she rose with a
startled look of pain.
"Silly fool!" came from the cage in muffled accents. "Ha ... ha ...
ha!"
"A pin!" said Aunt Elizabeth, gingerly sinking down again. "The fact
is I was being fitted on with a new dress when you arrived. I didn't
like to keep you waiting, so I came as I was--pins and all!"
"It's a very pretty one," said McTaggart--"suits you, too. Such a
jolly colour."
"You think so?" The little old lady was pleased and a slight flush
warmed her face.
"I suppose," said McTaggart as the pause prolonged itself and he felt
she was waiting to gather the object of his visit; "I suppose you've
heard about ... Mrs. Uniacke?"
The moment the words had passed his lips he knew he had made a tactless
start.
For his hostess bristled visibly.
"If you've called to plead for Mary," she said and her voice was
short--"I had better tell you that I wash my hands of that affair!
I've finished with them--the whole family!"
"Jill?" ...
"Yes----" she caught him up. "Jill, _and_ Roddy--They might have
guessed. They ought to have warned me long ago! It's their own
fault--and I've done with them."
"Oh, no!" McTaggart's blue eyes were eloquent. "You don't _mean_ it?
You couldn't just now when they want you so." He saw a slight quiver
cross her face. "And _I_ want you--all your help! We can't get on
without it, you know--Jill and I..."
She gave a start at the coupling together of the names.
"I don't understand," she said drily.
"No?--I'm afraid I'm explaining myself rather badly. I thought you'd
guess ... The fact is, Aunt Elizabeth," he smiled at her
affectionately, "I'm hoping you'll let me become, you know, a _real_
nephew of yours, one day."
The little old lady gave a gasp. "I _knew_ it!" she cried
triumphantly. "You and Jill?--Ha!" she laughed. "You can't deceive an
old woman like me!"
"I don't want to!" McTaggart sprang up, his hand outstretched to meet
her own, his face so radiant with happiness that her old heart softened
at the sight.
"But I must have _your_ permission first. I don't care a hang what her
mother says!--She's placed herself outside the affair. Gone off and
left those two children..." he checked himself, his voice indignant.
"But you're her father's sister, you see--his favourite one. And we
both think you've as good a right as any one ... to give her away."
He stopped abruptly.
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