The young man blushed and stammered. She had not held him at finger ends
the last time he saw her.
"I've been--been _everywhere_!" he said with a laugh.
Aunt Jane had slipped quietly into the next room and through the doorway
her ample figure could be seen shaking up pillows and moving softly
about. The widow's eyes followed the figure reflectively and watched it
disappear through a door that led into the corridor.
"Julian--dear----"
The boy jumped a little.
She was speaking over her shoulder to him and she leaned back smilingly.
"Would you mind, Julian, getting my bag for me? I left it in the car--
So stupid of me!"
"With pleasure." The young man went toward the door. He glanced casually
as he passed her at the chair she sat so airily upon.
There was a little smile on his lips as he closed the door.