CHAPTER XVLady Margaret always made a good entry. She looked about her as if it hardly mattered whether tea-things or tigers were spread out before her, her dauntless spirit would be equally successful in dealing with either.
She scooped up her small grandchildren in turn, deftly disposed of them, after a brief kiss, and laid a hand on Jean's shoulder.
'Well, my dear,' she said, 'I felt sure I should see you again, and I'm not at all surprised to hear that you're a prop and a stay. It was as a prop and a stay, you know, that I picked you out in London!' She glanced from Jean to Ian as if nothing could be more natural and desirable than to find them awaiting her together. As she gave Ian her hand, she seemed to put him once for all in his place; he was her dear and trusted friend. He coul
