‘This young lady,’ says he abruptly, ‘seems to have set her heart upon living here. It is extremely unpleasant for me, but she appears to have no other place to go to. She will therefore become my tenant. She will, you understand, take the Cottage from me.’
‘Bless us an’ save us!’ says Mrs. Denis. ‘An’ yer honour—what will you do?’
‘Keep out of it,’ says Wyndham coldly. ‘I suppose she will arrange to keep you on. She——What’s her name?’—sharply.
‘I don’t know, sir; she don’t seem to like to spake about it. Miss Ella I calls her.’
‘Ella? Did you say her Christian name was Ella?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Ah!’—thoughtfully. ‘Well, good-bye.’
‘But, sir, you’ll be coming again?’
‘Yes, next week, to arrange about the rent; not after that.’
He strides through the gate and up the road.