"How?" said Saltash briefly.
Bunny's grin became more pronounced. "Oh, it's chiefly clothes. Maud is rather clever in that line, you know. I haven't seen a great deal of her lately. She's generally scampering round on horseback with Jake. But once or twice—with Maud—I've seen her look quite demure. She's really getting almost good-looking," he added dispassionately.
Saltash flung a swift look downwards. "Don't you approve?"
Bunny shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see enough of her to care either way. She's still a kid, you know,—quite a kid."
Saltash dropped the subject abruptly. "You're liking your job all right?"
"Rather!" Bunny made instant and enthusiastic reply. "It's just the sort of thing I was made for. Old Bishop's a brick. We're getting quite fond of one another."
"Sort of life you enjoy?" questioned Saltash.
"Oh, rather! I've always thought I'd like to manage a big estate. Wish
I'd got one of my own."
"All right. I'll adopt you," laughed Saltash. "You shall be the son of my old age."
"Oh, don't be an ass!" protested Bunny. "Why on earth don't you get married?"