She did not like the country--the
stillness even of village life got on her nerves. Still, Beechfield was
very different from the horribly lonely house in Essex to which she
never returned willingly in her thoughts--though sometimes certain
memories of all that had happened there would thrust themselves upon her,
refusing to be denied.
Fortunately for the new occupant of The Trellis House, a certain type of
prettiness gives its lucky possessor an extraordinary sense of assurance
and tranquillity when dealing with the average man. Enid Crofton wasn't
quite sure, however, if Godfrey Radmore was an average man. He had never
made love to her in those pleasant, now far-away days in Egypt, when
every other unattached man did so. That surely proved him to be somewhat
peculiar.
During the whole of her not very long life she had been petted and
spoilt, admired and sheltered, by almost everyone with whom fate had
brought her in contact.
Enid Crofton's father had been a paymaster in the Royal Navy named
Joseph Catlin. After his death she and her mother had lived on in
Southsea till the girl was sixteen, when her mother had pronounced
her quite old enough to be "out.
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