"But wouldn't it cost a
tremendous lot of money, Godfrey? It would be a pity not to buy it
exactly as it stands. It all seems so--so--"
"I know! As if the furniture had grown there," he broke in.
"So beautiful and so--so unusual," Betty went on diffidently.
"I'm afraid I'm a commonplace person, Betty. I like a room to be
beautiful, but I like comfort, and I think this is a very comfortable
house. I feel, somehow, as if happy, good people had lived here. I like
that, too."
He was standing by one of the round pillars which carried out the type of
architecture which had been the fashion at the time Doryford was built;
and he was gazing at her with what seemed to her a rather odd expression
on his dark face. Was he going to tell her of his hopes or intention with
regard to Mrs. Crofton?
Betty felt, for the first time that day, intensely shy. She walked away,
towards the big half-moon window opposite the front door. A wide grass
gallop, bordered with splendid old trees, stretched out as if
illimitable, and she began gazing down it with unseeing eyes.
He came quickly across the hall, and stood by her. Then he said slowly,
"I'm wondering, wondering, wondering if I shall ever be in this house
again!"
"You must think it well over," she began.
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