She was Miss Reade's aunt and her name was Una, and I
believe she must have been just like Miss Reade herself. Miss
Reade told me all about her. When we went into the garden I saw
in one corner of it an old stone bench arched over by a couple of
pear trees and all grown about with grass and violets. And an old
man was sitting on it--a bent old man with long, snow-white hair
and beautiful sad blue eyes. He seemed very lonely and sorrowful
and I wondered that Miss Reade didn't speak to him. But she never
let on she saw him and took me away to another part of the garden.
After awhile he got up and went away and then Miss Reade said,
'Come over to Aunt Una's seat and I will tell you about her and
her lover--that man who has just gone out.'
"'Oh, isn't he too old for a lover?' I said.
"Beautiful Alice laughed and said it was forty years since he had
been her Aunt Una's lover. He had been a tall, handsome young man
then, and her Aunt Una was a beautiful girl of nineteen.
"We went over and sat down and Miss Reade told me all about her.
She said that when she was a child she had heard much of her Aunt
Una--that she seemed to have been one of those people who are not
soon forgotten, whose personality seems to linger about the scenes
of their lives long after they have passed away.
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