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"Good-morning, Grandmamma!"
I was in my kitchen after breakfast, seeing about the dinner -- calmly slicing French beans, because it was Monday morning and Jane was helping the washwoman -- when I was suddenly accosted in this extraordinary way. With a jump that might have caused me to cut my fingers, I turned my head, and there in the doorway stood my son-in-law, Edmund Juke, panting from his bicycle, and grinning idiotically, as if he had said something very funny. By what he had said, and by the expression of his face, and by seeing him miles away from his consulting-room at that hour of the day, I knew, of course, what had happened. My heart was in my mouth.