Crofton
come to Beechfield, of all places in the world. Somehow she doesn't look
the sort of woman who would care for a country life."
"Godfrey Radmore first told her of Beechfield," said Betty, and in spite
of herself, she felt the colour rise again hotly to her cheeks.
"Godfrey Radmore?" It was Miss Pendarth's turn to be genuinely surprised.
"_Godfrey Radmore!_ Then she's Australian? I thought there was something
odd about her."
Betty smiled, but she felt irritated. In some ways Miss Pendarth was
surely very narrow-minded!
"No, she's not Australian--at least I'm pretty sure she's not. They met
during the War, in Egypt. Her husband was quartered there at the same
time as Godfrey." She paused uncomfortably--somehow she found it very
difficult to go on and say what, after all, she had come here to say this
morning.
"I suppose," said Miss Pendarth at last, "that Godfrey Radmore is back
in Brisbane by now. One of the strange things about this war has been the
way in which those who could have been best spared, escaped."
In spite of herself, Betty smiled again. "Godfrey has come back to
England for good," she said quietly, "he's coming to-day for a long
week-end.
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