"How about taking her back to Drivelford?" suggested Percy.
"That would do nicely. But you must see to it, else Mr. Drake will; and there will be more trouble between him and Hunter."
"George has gone for good," said Percy sternly.
"He told me all he had to do was to go away; there was nothing said in the agreement about the time he was to be away. Miss Sophy has written already inviting him back."
"If he insists upon returning here to live—" began Percy.
"You will be at the other end of the world, and Hunter won't know anything about it," she concluded.
"George is a great scoundrel," said Percy. "I have only another two weeks in England; but I suppose I must go to Drivelford and find a house."
Miss Yard was delighted when Nellie informed her that the golden age of tea and talk was about to be restored; and she blessed Percy with such tenderness that her nephew felt compelled to make her a most liberal offer.
"You know, Aunt, the furniture in this house belongs to me. It was left to George, and I bought it from him for two hundred pounds. Don't you think the best plan would be for you to buy it from me for—shall we say—one hundred and fifty pounds? I lose and you gain, but that's as it should be."
"What an excellent idea!" cried Miss Yard. "Nellie, bring my cheque-book."