“I don’t want to interfere with——”
“I insist. James is absolutely foolish about his flowers. He won’t let me send a maid down with a basket. And we had such a quarrel once about the orchid house.”
Eve turned and went back to her stool. Mrs. Brocklebank’s eyes followed her with solemn disapproval.
“That’s a rather forward young person.”
“Do take the flower, Philippa.”
“I will.”
And the rose was tucked into Mrs. Brocklebank’s belt.
CHAPTER VII
CANTERTON PURSUES MRS. BROCKLEBANK