"What boast?"
"On your wonderful powers of concealment," said Prudence, gently.
"You are reverting of your own accord to the nonsense," said Mr.
Tredgold, sternly. "You are returning to the subject of uncles."
"Nothing of the kind," said Prudence, hotly.
"Before we leave it--for ever," said Mr. Tredgold, dramatically, "I
should like, if I am permitted, to make just one more remark on the
subject. I would not, for all the wealth of this world, be your uncle
Where are you going?"
"Indoors," said Miss Drewitt, briefly.
"One moment," implored the other. "I am just going to begin to talk
sense."
"I will listen when you have had some practice," said the girl, walking
towards the house.
"It's impossible to practise this," said Edward, following. "It is
something that can only be confided to yourself. Won't you stay?"
"No," said the girl.
"Not from curiosity?"
Miss Drewitt, gazing steadfastly before her, shook her head.
"Well, perhaps I can say it as well indoors," murmured Edward,
resignedly.
"And you'll have a bigger audience," said Prudence, breathing more easily
as she reached the house. "Uncle is indoors.
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