The servant was out of the room.  “No, auntie, I don’t think it was rude, but it was so comic——­”

“Do stop giggling, and tell me what it was,” interrupted Aunt Charlotte, impatiently.

“Well, she only said you were a respectable-looking body,” replied Austin, as gravely as he could.  “And so you are, you know, auntie, though, perhaps, if I had to describe you I should put it in rather different words.  I’m sure she meant it as a compliment.”

“Upon my word, I feel extremely flattered!” exclaimed Aunt Charlotte, reddening.  “A respectable-looking body, indeed!  Well, it’s something to know I look respectable.  And who was this very patronising old person, pray?  Some old nurse or other, I should say, to judge by her appearance.”

“She was the Countess of Merthyr Tydvil, St Aubyn’s aunt,” said Austin, enjoying the joke.

“The Countess of Merthyr Tydvil!” echoed Aunt Charlotte, amazed.

“And she’s staying with the Duke at Cleeve Castle,” added Austin.  “But that’s not the point.  Just fancy, auntie, she actually knew my father!  She knew him before he was married, and they were tremendous friends.  It all came out because she said I was so like somebody, and she couldn’t think who it could be, and then she asked what my surname was, and so on, till we found out all about it.  Wasn’t it curious?  Did you ever hear of her before?”

“Indeed I never knew of her existence till this moment,” answered Aunt Charlotte, beginning to get interested.  “Your father had any number of friends, and of course we didn’t know them all.  Well, it is curious, I must say.  But she didn’t say you were like your father, did she?”

“No—­my mother,” replied Austin.  “She didn’t know her much, but she remembers her very well.  She said she was a very lovely person, too.”

“Your father was good-looking in a way,” said Aunt Charlotte, falling into a reminiscent mood, “but not in the least like you.  He used to go a great deal into society, and no doubt it was there he met this Lady Merthyr Tydvil, and any number of others.  Did she tell you anything about him—­anything, I mean, that you didn’t know before?”

“No, I don’t think she did, except that she was very fond of him and would like to have married him herself.  But as she was married already, and he was engaged to somebody else, of course it was too late.”

“What!  She told you that?” cried Aunt Charlotte, scandalized.  “What a shameless old hussy she must be!”

“Not a bit of it,” retorted Austin.  “She’s a sweet old woman, and I love her very much.  Besides, she only meant it in fun.”

“Fun, indeed!” sniffed Aunt Charlotte, primly.  “She may call me a respectable-looking body as much as she likes now.  It’s more than I can say for her.”

“Auntie, you are an old goose!” exclaimed Austin, with a burst of laughter.  “You never could see a joke.  She called you a respectable-looking body, and you called her a queer old woman like a nurse.  Now you say she’s a shameless old hussy, and so, on the whole, I think you’ve won the match.”