Part 34 (2/2)
”Why, it explained the whole thing.”
”Then,” I said, ”I wish you would let me read it. A note like that ought to be worth reading.”
”It was telling you to sit tight and not worry about us going away--”
”That's good about worrying. You're a thoughtful chap, Ukridge.”
”--because we should be back immediately.”
”And what sent you up to town?”
”Why, we went to touch Millie's Aunt Elizabeth.”
”Oh!” I said, a light s.h.i.+ning on the darkness of my understanding.
”You remember Aunt Elizabeth? The old girl who wrote that letter.”
”I know. She called you a gaby.”
”And a guffin.”
”Yes. I remember thinking her a shrewd and discriminating old lady, with a great gift for character delineation. So you went to touch her?”
”That's it. We had to have more money. So I naturally thought of her.
Aunt Elizabeth isn't what you might call an admirer of mine--”
”Bless her for that.”
”--but she's very fond of Millie, and would do anything if she's allowed to chuck about a few home-truths before doing it. So we went off together, looked her up at her house, stated our case, and collected the stuff. Millie and I shared the work. She did the asking, while I inquired after the rheumatism. She mentioned the figure that would clear us; I patted the dog. Little beast! Got after me when I wasn't looking and chewed my ankle!”
”Thank Heaven!”
”In the end Millie got the money, and I got the home-truths.”
”Did she call you a gaby?”
”Twice. And a guffin three times.”
”Your Aunt Elizabeth is beginning to fascinate me. She seems just the sort of woman I would like. Well, you got the money?”
”Rather! And I'll tell you another thing, old horse. I scored heavily at the end of the visit. She'd got to the quoting-proverbs stage by that time. 'Ah, my dear,' she said to Millie. 'Marry in haste, repent at leisure.' Millie stood up to her like a little brick. 'I'm afraid that proverb doesn't apply to me, Aunt Elizabeth,' she said, 'because I haven't repented!' What do you think of that, Laddie?”
”Of course, she _hasn't_ had much leisure lately,” I agreed.
Ukridge's jaw dropped slightly. But he rallied swiftly.
”Idiot! That wasn't what she meant. Millie's an angel!”
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