If, as Mrs. Purcell declared, he possessed a powerful will, he concealed it only too effectually. "A stubborn nature" and "a full confidence in his own judgment" he might have--they were more in harmony with his weakness. Still, he was to be her husband--that was certain--and it only remained for her to make the best of it and of him.
"Penny for your thoughts, Miss Bellairs," said Semberry at her elbow.
"They are not worth it," retorted Olive, taking the cup of tea he held out to her. "I'll sell them as bankrupt stock. Can I give you another cup of tea?"
"If you please," and the Major took his seat beside her, much to her satisfaction, for she felt that she would rather talk to him than to his friend.
"By the way, Miss Bellairs," said Semberry, "other day you said something about a maid."
"Yes, I want a new maid; I am looking for one now."
"Friend of mine wants to find a situation for a good maid."
"Thank you very much, but I think I shall have no difficulty in finding one to suit me in Casterwell."
"But this is a London girl; very smart," urged the Major; "wants to live in country; friend recommends her no end."
"Who is your friend, may I ask?"