“It’s no use complaining to me,” interrupted Faith. “I can’t do anything about it. And Sybilla’s a good cook. I should like to know who else would stay in a place like this, or cook for a positive army of people on a stove that was out-of-date twenty years ago! I’m only thankful she and Reuben do stay.”
“And then there’s that maid of yours,” Vivian continued, disregarding her. “You’ll have to get rid of her, Faith.”
“Get rid of Loveday! I’ll do no such thing! She’s the one person in the house who considers me!”
“Yes, I know, but Aunt Clara always says she’s a double-faced girl.”
“I don’t want to listen to what Clara says! She’s a spiteful old woman, and just because I’m fond of Love day—”
“No, it isn’t that. They all say the same. Bart’s at his old tricks again. It’s absolutely fatal to employ good-looking servants in this house. I should have thought you must have known that.”
“Loveday Trewithian is a thoroughly nice girl, and I won’t hear a word against her!”
“Eugene says she means to marry Bart.”
Faith’s blue eyes started a little. She stammered: “I don’t believe it! Bart wouldn’t—”
“I know he’s never wanted to marry any of his other bits of stuff,” said Vivian, “but honestly, Faith, he does seem to have gone in off the deep end this time. Conrad’s livid with jealousy. You must have noticed it! Eugene says—