“But, Aunt Clay——”
“Never mind!”
Poor Molly! She could never do or say anything to suit her Aunt Clay. She looked regretfully at the old lady’s indignant back as she left her and joined Kent, who was sitting on a settle with his mother, holding her hand, both of them very quiet amidst the chatter around the tea table. They made room for their relative, who immediately began her catechism of Kent.
“Why did you not come home sooner?”
“Because I had some work to do, sketches illustrating an article on French country houses.”
“Humph! Did you get paid for them?”
“Yes, Aunt Clay!”
“Now, what are your plans?”
“I have landed a job in New York with a firm of architects, that is, I had landed it, but I am not so sure now since——”
“Good! You feel that you had better stay at home and look after Chatsworth.”