'
'What do you think he would say?' asked Coniston.
'He would scream: "Good heavens! What are you doing? Put that down!"'
said Edith.
'She's right,' said Aylmer. 'She always is.'
Dulcie came in and brought tea.
'I hope we're not tiring him,' Edith asked her.
'Oh no. I think it does him good. He enjoys it.'
She sat down with Archie and talked to him gently in the corner.
'After living so much among real things,' Coniston was saying, 'one
feels half ashamed to discuss our old subjects.'
However, he and Aylmer continued to talk over books and pictures,
Coniston hanging on his lips as though afraid of missing or forgetting a
word he said.
Presently Edith told Aylmer about their new friend, Madame Frabelle. He
was very curious to see her.
'What is she like?' he asked. 'I can't imagine her living with you. Is
she a skeleton at the feast?'
'A skeleton!' exclaimed Coniston. 'Good heavens--no! Quite the
contrary.'
'A skeleton who was always feasting would hardly remain one long,'
suggested Edith.
'Anyhow,' said Aylmer, 'the cupboard is the proper place for a
skeleton.'
Archie had joined the group round Aylmer.
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