'Tell you wot you orter do,' said the fertile Elizabeth, 'send for Miss
Marryun to come 'ere unexpected, an' then tell Miss 'Arringay you'll
want 'er room.'
'But--but I've got another spare room. Miss Harringay knows that.'
Elizabeth winked: I pretended not to see it, but there was no mistaking
the distinct muscular movement of her left eyelid. 'No you '_aven't_,'
she said stoutly. 'You 'avent got any proper bedding in the spare room
now, 'ave you?'
'That's too thin,' I said decidedly. Yet even as I spoke I clutched at
the straw and, holding on to it, went at once and wrote to Marion.
'You must come home at once,' I commanded, 'in spite of great-aunt
Jane's rheumatism. Is it not written that it is better to have one
rheumatic great-aunt than a brother, sister-in-law, and a niece in an
asylum!'
For answer Marion wired the time of her return train, and I began to
grow hopeful.
'An' when Miss Marryun comes,' remarked Elizabeth, 'if I wos you I
wouldn't say nothin' to 'er about the way Mr. Roarings went after Miss
'Arringay.'
'Why not?' I asked involuntarily.
'She mightn't trust 'im arter that. I never thort myself 'e'd turn as
quick as 'e did. But men is queer, as my pore mother often said when
father give 'er a black eye just to show 'ow fond 'e was of her like.
No, the best thing to do is to let Miss Marryun think that Mr. Roarings
is still taken up with 'er and only went after the other young lady to
make 'er jealous.
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