a besom,'
Harold remarked reflectively.
'There's worse things nor that,' said Dan. 'Look thee here, get out o'
th' house for a' 'our. Go to th' Conservative Club, and then come back.
Dost understand?'
'But what--'
'Hook it, lad!' said Dan curtly.
And just as Harold was leaving the room, like a school-boy, he called
him in again.
'I havena' told thee, Harold, as I'm subject to attacks. I'm getting up
in years. I go off like. It isna' fits, but I go off. And if it should
happen while I'm here, dunna' be alarmed.'
'What are we to do?'
'Do nothing. I come round in a minute or two. Whatever ye do, dunna'
give me brandy. It might kill me--so th' doctor says. I'm only telling
thee in case.'
'Well, I hope you won't have an attack,' said Harold.
'It's a hundred to one I dunna',' said Dan.
And Harold departed.
Soon afterwards Uncle Dan wandered into a kitchen full of servants.
'Show me th' missis's bedroom, one on ye,' he said to the crowd.
And presently he was knocking at Maud's door.
'Maudie!'
'Who is it?' came a voice.
'It's thy owd uncle. Can'st spare a minute?'
Maud appeared at the door, smiling, and arrayed in a peignoir.
'HE'S gone out,' said Dan, implying scorn of the person who had gone
out. 'Wilt come down-stairs?'
'Where's he gone to?' Maud demanded.
She didn't even pretend she was ill.
'Th' Club,' said Dan.
And in about a hundred seconds or so he had her in the drawing-room,
and she was actually pouring out gin for him. She looked ravishing in
that peignoir, especially as she was munching an apple, and balancing
herself on the arm of a chair.
'So he's been quarrelling with ye, Maud?' Dan began.
'No; not quarrelling, uncle.'
'Well, call it what ye'n a mind,' said Dan. 'Call it a prayer-meeting.
I didn't notice as ye came down for supper--dinner, as ye call it.'
'It was like this, uncle,' she said. 'Poor Harry was very angry with
himself about that petrol. Of course, he wanted the car to go well
while you were in it; and he came up-stairs and grumbled at me for
leaving him all alone and driving home with you.'
'Oh, did he?' exclaimed Dan.
'Yes. I explained to him that of course I couldn't leave you all alone.
Then he got hot. I kept quite calm. I reasoned it out with him as
quietly as I could--'
'Maudie, Maudie,' protested the old man, 'thou'rt th' prettiest wench
i' this town, though I AM thy great-uncle, and thou'st got plenty o'
brains--a sight mor
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