“Yes, I have. And I think we’re very lucky to get her.”
“But—Isaac! I don’t want her!”
“You should have told me that before, Elly. I’ve made an agreement.”
She suddenly wanted to cry. “But——You said I should manage these Hostels myself.”
“So you shall, Elly. But we must have somebody. When we go abroad and all that and for all the sort of business stuff and looking after things that you can’t do. We’ve got to have her. She’s the only thing going of her sort.”
“But—I don’t like her.”
“Well,” cried Sir Isaac, “why in goodness couldn’t you tell me that before, Elly? I’ve been and engaged her.”
She sat pale-faced staring at him with wide open eyes in which tears of acute disappointment were shining. She did not dare another word because of her trick of weeping.
“It’s all right, Elly,” said Sir Isaac. “How touchy you are! Anything you want about these Hostels of yours, you’ve only got to tell me and it’s done.”