Surely she could not wish to identify herself after all these years with the childish animosity that had existed between two old men.
He rose to his feet.
“I shall look forward to showing you my house,” he said, “and now may I see yours?”
He thought she hesitated, but was not sure. Then, moving ahead of him, she remarked,
“There is really not very much to see.”
The Marquis and Sir Anthony followed her out into the hall and she showed them the dining room where the old oak furniture that matched the period of the house was polished like the stairs and the brass handles were so brilliant that they seemed to mirror everything around them.
She then took them into the study, over the mantelpiece of which was a portrait of her grandfather in his Admiral’s uniform and beneath it in a glass
