forties. We were shown into the sitting room, and presently old Danby came in.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Danby,” I began.
I had got as far as that when there was a kind of gasping cry at my elbow.
“Joe!” cried Aunt Julia, and staggered against the sofa.
For a moment old Danby stared at her, and then his mouth fell open and his eyebrows shot up like rockets.
“Julie!”
And then they had got hold of each other’s hands and were shaking them till I wondered their arms didn’t come unscrewed.
I’m not equal to this sort of thing at such short notice. The change in Aunt Julia made me feel quite dizzy. She had shed her grande dame manner completely, and was blushing and smiling. I don’t like to say such things of