"I sincerely hope--forgive me for saying so, Janet--that
there's really nothing between him and Enid Crofton. I should be sorry
for my worst enemy to marry that woman, if the things I was told about
her were true."
"I don't believe that he is thinking of her, consciously--" Janet
Tosswill spoke slowly, choosing her words.
"Of course she's making a dead set at him. But there's safety in numbers,
even here," observed the other, grimly. "I hear that your Jack simply
lives at The Trellis House. The whole village is talking about it."
Jack? Janet Tosswill felt vexed by what she considered a bit of stupid,
vulgar, village gossip. "Jack's the most level-headed young man about
women I've ever known," she said, trying to speak pleasantly. "If anyone
has fallen in love with Mrs. Crofton, it's our silly little Rosamund!"
CHAPTER XV
The morning after Janet Tosswill's call at Rose Cottage, Rosamund
followed her step-mother into the drawing-room immediately after
breakfast, and observed plaintively that it did seem strange that "Enid"
was never asked to Old Place. "We take anything from her, and never give
anything back," she said.
Janet, who had a certain tenderness for the pretty black sheep of the
family, checked the sharp retort which trembled on her lips.
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