"
"What 'young fellow'?"
"This young fellow Morgan," laughed George; "Honestly, Aunt Fanny, I
shouldn't be a bit surprised to have him request an interview with me
any day, and declare that his intentions are honourable, and ask my
permission to pay his addresses to you. What had I better tell him?"
Fanny burst into tears.
"Good heavens!" George cried. "I was only teasing. I didn't mean--"
"Let me alone," she said lifelessly; and, continuing to weep, rose and
began to clear away the dishes.
"Please, Aunt Fanny--"
"Just let me alone."
George was distressed. "I didn't mean anything, Aunt Fanny! I didn't
know you'd got so sensitive as all that."
"You'd better go up to bed," she said desolately, going on with her
work and her weeping.
"Anyhow," he insisted, "do let these things wait. Let the servants
'tend to the table in the morning."
"No."
"But, why not?"
"Just let me alone."
"Oh, Lord!" George groaned, going to the door. There he turned.
"See here, Aunt Fanny, there's not a bit of use your bothering about
those dishes tonight.
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