Your aunt--Mrs. John Edward Petherick--does not know her address. But
she will no doubt present herself in due course."
Then Mr. Cleaver indicated that he need not further detain them, and
Dale, rising slowly and still looking at the crown of his hat, spoke
for the first time and in a very ponderous way.
"This has come as a complete surprise to my wife."
"Yes," and the solicitor smiled, "but not by any means as an
unpleasant surprise, Mr. Dale!"
"No, sir, naturally not. My wife having been connected with the family
since childhood would be naturally one to be thought of by the head
of the family if wishful to benefit _all_ old friends after he was
called away."
"Quite so," said Mr. Cleaver.
"Will," said Mavis, "we mustn't waste Mr. Cleaver's time by telling
him our history;" and she gave a nervous fluttered laugh.
"Mr. Cleaver," said Dale glumly, "will pardon me for desiring to learn
how others stand, as well as yourself."
"Oh, well," said Mr. Cleaver, "I think it might be premature to go
into matters that do not directly concern Mrs. Dale."
"Yes," said Mavis, nervously, "we mustn't ask for secrets."
"It's just this," said Dale, with stolid insistence. "I do hope he has
done something equally handsome for those relations of my wife whose
names you mentioned--especially for her aunt, Mrs.
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