She ignored his remark and turned to the business in hand.
“My mother and I,” she said, “have of course left the Manor House. We are in lodgings now and looking for a permanent abode near London. The idea of a residence at Cropstone Wood appeals to my mother. She has friends in the neighborhood.”
Jacob inclined his head.
“I assure you the Estate is everything that we claim for it.”
“Most of the enquiries I have made have been satisfactorily answered,” she admitted. “I have found only one person who has had any criticism to make. He says that, before buying property there, one ought to have definite information about the water and lighting.”
“He is a very sensible man,” Jacob agreed.
“I have come here to ask about them.”
“The water and lighting,” Jacob announced, “will be undertaken by the Cropstone Wood, Water and Electric Light Company, a private enterprise close at hand. The charges will be normal and the supply adequate.”
“Thank you,” the girl said. “If you are sure of that it is all I came to ascertain.”