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Miss Munns went through the form of protesting, but her objections were easily waved aside, for to tell the truth she was only too ready to be persuaded, and her objections had no deeper root than the belief that it was not polite to seize too eagerly on an invitation. "I could not think of it, my dear! Such an upset for you. You don't know how much work an invalid makes in the house!
Sometimes the two sisters were spirited away to lunch or a drive in the Park, and on their return would adjourn into Number Six, and entertain Miss Munns and her niece with the story of their adventures.
But things have changed since then, and time will prove which was the best system. Another cup of tea, Miss Bridgie? I hope you have good news of your sister and the little boy?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Munns. They are both well, and we are hoping to see them quite soon. They come up to their town house at the beginning of May, and we expect to have quite a gay time.
Miss Munns, however, had the same complaint to make about her niece, and delivered herself of many homilies on the subject. "Extremes," she said, "extremes, my dear, ought always to be avoided. To be constantly running from one extreme to another shows an unbalanced character.
There is no necessity to brood about it as you do, no necessity at all!" Sylvia was not brooding about her foot, but she did not choose to say so to Miss Munns, and her silence being accepted as a sign of submission, the old lady became so mollified as to suggest that the two Miss O'Shaughnessys should be invited to tea forthwith.
"Aunt Margaret, can you tell me anything about the people who have come to Number Three? I saw the lady coming in just now while I was sitting up, and I do so want to know her. Have you been to call while I was ill?" Miss Munns crossed her hands on her lap, and looked the image of dignified reproach. "My dear, do you suppose I have had leisure for social engagements?
Miss Munns was hovering about the landing awaiting the verdict, and trembling at the thought of the news which she might have to send to her brother, when the door opened and the surgeon came towards her. Dr Horton and the nurse followed, and before the door was closed behind them an eager whisper burst from her lips "Can you save it? Must you ampu "
"This is Bridgie's youngest sister, Aunt Margaret Pixie O'Shaughnessy." "I hope you are quite well, my dear," said Miss Munns. "Good morning, madame!" said Pixie in her most Parisian manner, not attempting to shake hands, but bowing with an air of gracious effusion from half-way across the room.
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