“Yes, thank goodness, but it’s been a pretty stiff job.”
“An uphill business, and terribly dull! Again I repeat, would you like to move? You could so easily better yourself.”
“No, I stop on till the car breaks up.”
Lady Kesters raised her eyebrows.
“Well, I can only hope that blest epoch will be soon! I met Miss Susan, you know, and the crafty old thing was fishing to find out who you are? She has her suspicions, but I gave her no assistance. The niece was with her—Miss Aurea——” She paused expressively, then went on, “Owen—she’s a remarkably pretty girl.”
He nodded.
“Yes, I understand your reason for remaining in Ottinge; it is beautiful—simplicity itself.” She looked at her brother attentively. “Are you making love to her?”
“I—her aunts’ chauffeur?”
“Nonsense! Are you in love with her?” she persisted. “Come, tell the truth, my dear boy. Why should you not take me into your confidence? Are you?”
“Well—I am.”