“Yes—I am.”
“Oh, auntie! and are we to come here with you?”
Miss Trevisa snorted, and stiffened her back.
“Are you out of your senses, like Jamie, to ask such a question? What is the accommodation here? Two little bedrooms, one large kitchen, and a lean-to for scullery—that is all—a fine roomy mansion for three people indeed!”
“But, auntie, are you leaving the Glaze?”
“Yes, I am. Have you any objection to that?”
“No, aunt, only I am surprised. And Captain Cruel lets you have this dear little cottage?”
“As to its being dear, I don’t know, I am to have it; and that is how you have found it open to poke and pry into. I came up to look round and about me, and then found I had not brought my measuring tape with me, so I returned home for that, and you found the door open and thrust yourself in.”
“I am very sorry if I have given you annoyance.”
“Oh, it’s no annoyance to me. The place is not mine yet.”