Next to her host, his eldest son, Jack
Tosswill, came in for secret, close scrutiny, but Enid Crofton always
found it easy and more than easy, to "make friends" with a young man.
She realised that she was up against a more difficult problem in the
ladies of the family. She felt a little frightened of Mrs. Tosswill, of
whom Godfrey Radmore had spoken with such affection and gratitude. Janet
looked what Mrs. Crofton called "clever," and somehow she never got on
with clever women. Betty and Dolly she dismissed as of no account.
Rosamund was the one the attractive stranger liked best. There is no
greater mistake than to think that a pretty woman does not like to meet
another pretty woman. On the contrary, "like flies to like" in this, as
in almost everything else.
But how did they regard her? She would have been surprised indeed had she
been able to see into their hearts.
Mr. Tosswill, who was much more wideawake than he looked, thought her
a poor exchange for the amusing, lively, middle-aged woman who had
last lived at The Trellis House, and who had often entertained there a
pleasant, cultivated guest or two from London. Jack, though sufficiently
human to be attracted by the stranger's grace and charm, was inclined to
reserve his judgment.
Pages:
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77