The door opened suddenly and Rosamund's pretty head appeared: "There's a
message come through saying that your car's all right, and that it will
be along in about an hour," she exclaimed joyfully. To Rosamund, Godfrey
Radmore was in very truth a stranger, and a very attractive stranger at
that.
As a rule, after breakfast, all the young people went their various ways,
but this morning they were all hanging about waiting vaguely for Godfrey
to come and do something with one or all of them. Rosamund was longing to
ask him whether he knew any of the London theatrical managers; Tom was
wondering whether Godfrey would allow him to drive his car; Dolly and
Timmy, as different in everything else as two human beings could well
be, each desired to take him into the village and show him off to their
friends. The only one of the young people who was not really interested
in Radmore was Jack Tosswill. He was engaged just now in looking
feverishly for an old gardening book which he had promised to lend Mrs.
Crofton, and he was cursing under his breath because the book had been
mislaid.
As Rosamund looked in, her step-mother and Radmore both stopped speaking
abruptly, and so after a doubtful moment, she withdrew her head, and shut
the door behind her.
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