"To tell you the truth, Janet, I rather
wonder that she decided to live in the country at all. I should have
thought that she would far prefer London, and all that London stands for.
But I'm afraid that she's got very little money, and, of course, the
country _is_ cheaper than town, isn't it?"
"I suppose it is. But Mrs. Crofton can't be poor. I know she paid a
premium for the lease of The Trellis House."
"That's odd." Radmore spoke in an off-hand manner, but Janet, watching
him, thought he felt a little awkward. He went on:--"I know that Colonel
Crofton was hard up. He told me so, quite frankly, the last time I saw
him. But of course she may have had money of her own."
Janet looked at him rather hard. A disagreeable suspicion had entered her
mind. She wondered whether there was anything like an "understanding"
between the man she was talking to and the tenant of The Trellis House.
If so, she wished with all her heart that Godfrey Radmore had kept away.
Why stir up embers they had all thought were dead, if he was going to
marry this very pretty but, to her mind, second-rate little woman, as
soon as a decent time had elapsed?
"What are your plans for the future?" she asked.
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