"It's all different from Sicily," she said one day.
"Yes. You see I'm training you to play your part as an English landowner," replied Everard. "You ought to know something about your estate."
Carmel shook her head emphatically.
"Don't call it my estate, please! I've told you again and again that I don't mean to take it from you. How could a girl like I am manage it properly? You know all about it, and I don't. People can't be made to take things they don't want. As soon as I'm twenty-one, I shall hand it straight over to you. I'd like to see you master of the Chase!"
It was Everard's turn to shake his head.
"That can never be, Carmel! Please let us consider that matter perfectly settled, and don't let us open the question again. It's an utter impossibility for me ever to be master of the Chase. That's final! I may have my faults, but I'm not a sneak or a fortune-hunter."
"You're not cross with me, Everard?" Carmel was looking at him anxiously.
"No, dear, but you're such a child! You can't understand things properly yet. You will when you're older."
"Then what are you going to do, Everard, after you leave college?"
"Study for the Bar, I hope. It's the kind of career that would suit me, I think."