Rather hastily she tore open another envelope.
Later on in the morning, when Beattie was doing mysterious things in the garden with Robin, Rosamund slipped out alone and made her way to Cattle Market Lane. She came back just before lunch, looking unusually preoccupied.
The day after Beattie had returned to London, a note from Rosamund told her that the lease of Little Cloisters had been renewed for another six months, till the end of March, 1901.
“And if old Dion comes back in the meanwhile, as I fully expect he will?” said Guy, when Beattie told him of Rosamund’s note.
“I suppose it is possible to sublet a house,” said Beattie, looking unusually inexpressive, Guy thought.
“They say at the Clubs the C.I.V. will be back before Christmas, Beattie,” said Guy.
“The Tenbys’ lease of Number 5 is up.”
“Yes, but do you think Dion can afford to run two houses?”
“Perhaps——” she stopped.
“I don’t believe Rosamund will ever be got out of Welsley,” said Guy. “And I’m pretty sure you agree with me.”