I gave one frantic glance at Aunt Martha 's rigid back , and then watched him while he deftly spelled : `` I am Francis Shelmardine . Are you not Miss Forrester , my sister 's friend ? '' Francis Shelmardine ! Now I knew whom he resembled . And have I not heard endless dissertations from Connie on this wonderful brother of hers , Francis the clever , the handsome , the charming , until he has become the only hero of dreams I have ever had ? It was too wonderful . I could only stare dazedly back through my glass . `` May we know each other ? '' he went on . `` May I come over and introduce myself ? Right hand , yes ; left , no . '' I gasped ! Suppose he were to come ? What would happen ? I waved my left hand sorrowfully . He looked quite crestfallen and disappointed as he spelled out : `` Why not ? Would your friends disapprove ? '' I signalled : `` Yes . '' `` Are you displeased at my boldness ? '' was his next question .
Where had all Aunt XXXXX 's precepts flown to then ?
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