"Thirty-three is rather an advanced age for a man to begin sowing," he answered. "But I might try, if you think it worth while."
She smiled, a sweet smile that crept up from her lips into her eyes, and lingered there.
"I think it is worth while," she said.
"Very well; I had better start at Rushbrook in the literal sense. My uncle will be delighted, although the ground has been thoroughly looked after, I believe. My relations have done their utmost to make an agriculturist of me. If I spend an autumn down there, and take an interest in things, it will be regarded as a hopeful sign."
"Then you have a home in the country," said Elsie, with a little sigh.
The sigh was not lost on Arnold.
"Yes, I have a quaint old place in Blankshire," he replied. "It overlooks a valley of many streams, in the midst of a quiet pastoral country. Can I persuade you to come and see it with the Lennards, Miss Kilner? Most people think it rather pleasant."
"The Lennards? Oh, I fancy they are going to Switzerland," she said. "I am not sure about their plans, and I have not made any arrangements yet."
"I shall write to Mr. Lennard to-night," Arnold remarked. "If I'm to begin to make myself useful I shall expect all my friends to come to my aid. May I count upon your help, Miss Kilner?"
There was an undertone of earnestness in the light speech and a look of eagerness in his face.