There was a pause.
"And the other—Lancaster—what is he like?"
"Decent sort of chap, I should think. Don't know much about him—awfully quiet—hardly spoke to any one. Pennington seems to think a lot of him. He beat me at billiards, anyway. Father's got a pot of money. There, that's all I know."
Nell sat gazing into the fire. Suddenly her mouth dimpled.
"Denis, what do you think I've been doing this evening, beyond accounts?"
"Daubing."
"No. I've been looking at things from Aunt Kezia's point of view."
"Oh, lor'!" he said heavily.
"And I've come to the conclusion it's pretty hard on her to have four practically unknown relatives dumped down on her."
"We're not sacks of coals," he remonstrated, "and she offered for the post. And we efface ourselves as much as possible. And we're rather nice, you know."