“Oh，Crikey！”saidmyaunt，readingaletterbehindhercoffee-machine。“HERE’Sayoungwoman，George！”
WewerebreakfastingtogetherinthebigwindowbayatLadyGrovethatlooksupontheirisbeds；myunclewasinLondon。
Isoundedaninterrogativenoteanddecapitatedanegg。
“Who’sBeatriceNormandy？”askedmyaunt。“I’venotheardofherbefore。”
“Shetheyoungwoman？”