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If you think this ridiculous, remember that it is not Margaret who is telling you about it; and let me hasten to add that they were in plenty of time for the train; that Mrs. But Aunt Juley was gone gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission.
And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me Helen's letter " "Oh, yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen's letter. I know I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down"
Aren't there pigs' teeth in the wych-elm?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr.
"Well, you look grave; doesn't she, Frieda?" "I don't feel grave, that's all I can say; you're going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees " "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls.
"Here's the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it's the other way round." "Yes, but it's the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don't," corrected Helen.
So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband's baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite.
"When you and me are alane in this house there's no room for the both o' us, and as I'll never hae it said that I made Jean Myles's bairn munt, I'll go out mysel'." And out he went, and sat on the dyke till Elspeth came home. It did not turn Tommy sulky.
He was not entering the hall in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced.
"I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I'd rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen."
And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts.
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