“Where?”
“In Oxfordshire.”
“And good? I mean good as we mercenary people weigh goodness?”
“Oh, yes.” He ventured to look directly at her. “You—you think I should take it?”
She turned her head away. A smile was on her lips, and she mimicked his hesitation slightly.
“I—I think that’s a matter you must decide for yourself.”
His voice gained confidence.
“Laugh at me as much as you like, if only you will advise me. That is why I came to London.”
It was Lady Fanny’s turn to look discomposed.
“Hush!” she said, under her breath, and glancing at Mrs Ravenhill. “I do think that you shy men, when once you speak, become absolutely audacious. Pray how should I advise?”