What a baby he was after all!
"Don't be absurd, Godfrey. I don't believe if we were to look England
through, that I should see a house I thought more delightful than this
house. I'm a little overawed by it, that's all! You see I've never dwelt
in marble halls--"
"Oh, one gets used to that!"
"Yes, I expect one does."
"Whether I buy this place depends on you," he said obstinately.
"Well, then, if I'm to decide, I say buy it!" She turned and smiled at
him a little tremulously, keeping her head well down--her face shadowed
by the deep brim of her motor-bonnet.
More and more was this like a scene out of a dream to Betty Tosswill. In
a way, it was, of course, natural that she and Godfrey should be alone,
and that he should turn to her as his closest friend. And yet it seemed
strange and unnatural, too. But Betty had a very generous nature--and to
this man, who was looking at her with such an eager, searching look, she
felt in a peculiar relation. So she repeated, with greater ease and
lightness, "Let's settle, here and now, that this is to be the future
residence of Godfrey Radmore, Esquire! Timmy's a little bit like a cat,
you know. He'll simply adore this house.
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