“From nothing more dangerous than a wetting, actually,” interpolated Coventry in his abrupt way.
“Well, even that’s something to be thankful for,” returned Robin, smiling. “Will you smoke?”
He offered his cigarette-case, and the two men lit up.
“I’ve just been over to see Farmer Sparkes,” he continued. “He’s put in a list as long as your arm of repairs he wants doing.”
Coventry laughed good-humouredly.
“I suppose they’ll all be sticking me for alterations and repairs now I’ve come back,” he said. “What’s the use of a landlord unless you can squeeze something out of him?”
“I’m afraid there is a bit of that attitude about most tenants,” admitted Robin. “I expect the new owner of the Priory will get let in for the same thing. One or two of the Priory cottages want doing up, it’s true.”
“Have you seen her yet, Robin?” inquired Ann quickly, with feminine curiosity.
“Mrs. Hilyard, do you mean? No, I didn’t come across her this morning.”
“Who did you say?” asked Coventry.