“Haven’t you finished that dreadful business yet?” asked Lady Alard in a tragic voice. The selling of thirty acres to the farm which had originally owned them struck her as the deepest humiliation the family had had yet to swallow.
“Yes—the agreement’s been signed, but there’s a few minor matters cropped up over the transfer.”
“Why don’t you make him come and see you? Why should you walk six miles across country to interview a man like Godfrey?”
“Because I wanted a walk,” said Peter shortly.
“You’ve got terribly restless lately. This is the second time I’ve met you tramping about like a—like a——”
“I call it very sensible of him,” said Jenny—“we’re a lazy lot—rolling about in cars. I’ve half a mind to get down and walk with him.”
“But he’s going to Fourhouses, dear.”
“Never mind—I’d like to see Fourhouses.”
“Your shoes are too thin for walking.”
“Not on a day like this.”