Half Moon Street, I think. They'll be back to-morrow. Won't it be queer to have an aunt we've never seen since we were children?"
He agreed that it would.
"I think I shall rather like having a dissipated aunt," he remarked. "It's out of the common."
"I expect people have exaggerated things," Judy said. "And besides, she's getting on, you know. She's only a year or two younger than mother."
"Her sort never change," said the sage. "What about that rotten little Count?"
"I don't know what Eric means to do about him."
"Well, I know two people at least who will raise a row about her coming home. Mother and Louise."
"Nobody's told them yet," said Judy.
He whistled again.
"I see trouble ahead."
As they reached the house in Eaton Square the front door opened, and the figure of an immaculately dressed young man was sharply silhouetted against the yellow light.
"Hello, you two!" said he.
Gordon was extremely good-looking in his fair and rather wooden way. His beautiful evening
