Crofton. After all you're my sister ..." and then they
had been, perhaps fortunately, interrupted. But if there was anything
between Jack and the fascinating widow, Rosamund, who was so devoted to
Enid Crofton, knew nothing of it.
"I really can't say," she answered at last, "I've hardly ever felt so
doubtful about anything in my life! Sometimes I think there is, and
sometimes I think there isn't."
"I'm afraid there's no doubt as to what _he_ feels. I happen to know
she's just had a very good offer for The Trellis House--seven guineas a
week for six months. But she seems to have settled in here for good and
all, doesn't she?"
"I wonder if she really has," said Betty. And then she grew a little
pink.
Deep in her heart she had felt quite convinced that Mrs. Crofton had come
to Beechfield for Godfrey Radmore, and for no other reason. Now she
wondered if she had been unjust.
"How I wish she'd stay away _now_, even for a few days longer!" exclaimed
Janet.
At that moment Timmy rushed into the hall, Radmore drove up in his motor,
and in a couple of minutes the three were off--Janet looking after them,
a touch of wistful longing and anxiety in her kind heart.
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