"Don't believe her!" said Ellesborough, smiling at Janet. "She is not a truthful woman!"
And his proud eyes returned to Rachel as though now that there was light to see her by he had no other use for them.
Rachel, indeed, was in a radiant mood. Pallor and depression had vanished; she was full of chatter about the streets, the crowds, the shops.
"But it's hopeless to go shopping with a man! He can't make up his mind one bit!"
"He hadn't a mind to make up!" murmured Ellesborough, looking up at her as she perched above him on a corner of the table.
She laughed.
"That, I suppose, was what made him want to buy the whole place! If I'd taken his advice, Janet, I should have been just cleaned out!"
"What's the good of being economical when one's going to be married!" said Ellesborough, joyously. "Why—"
Rachel interrupted him—with a hand on his shoulder.
"And we've settled our plans, Janet—that is, if you're agreeable. Will you mind looking after the farm for six months?"