“I do like your uncle, Miss Waring,” he said.
Leslie said warmly that Uncle Harry was an angel. So was Aunt Harriet, she added, in a different way.
Noel said Lady Waring was one of the seraphim and the General one of the cherubim; with reservations of course in both cases, he made haste to say.
“I agree,” said Leslie seriously. “I can see Aunt Harriet with blue wings being good and wise and Uncle Harry with red wings being quite adorable.”
The three then talked in low voices in a conspiratorial way, for though nothing was said it was tacitly recognized that Lydia and Colin must be given as much rope as possible, to which end Sir Harry must stay asleep. But on no account, said Leslie, must they whisper, as that always woke her uncle up at once. So what with the effort of talking in a qu
