"Ah?" said Elinor, indifferently.
"Yes; 'tis a pity he was called to St. Mary's in such haste, for the friend comes on business."
"Perchance he may tarry till Giles returns."
"I hope so,—but, Elinor,—this business concerns thee."
"Me!"
"Ay, the new-comer is one who would fain have a lease of the manor at Cecil Point."
"Robin Hood's Barn? Now, Mary, have I not told thee and Giles that I would hear of no such plan? I am a woman of affairs and can well manage till Cecil is old enough to take control. Another six months we shall rest under your roof,—then, dear cousin, we must be gone to our own."
Mary Brent laid her hand upon the younger woman's arm.
"Vex me not, Elinor," she said, "by speaking so. Let it be settled that this is your home. 'Tis not kind to talk of leaving me. Besides, you could not live upon your lands without an arm to protect you, stout enough for defence and for toil."
"We will hire laborers."