“Your uncle will be in India for at least another two years,” he would tell her.
Ilesa still went to the library to take out the books that she wanted to read.
She would look at the pictures hanging on the walls and think how wonderful they would be if they were re-framed or at least dusted.
The furniture wanted polishing, so did the fireplaces and the fireguard, as they had been before her grandfather had died.
One of the things, however, that delighted Ilesa was that he had left her father two of his pictures in his will.
These were not entailed for he had been given them by his Godfather.
They were two pictures by George Stubbs, the celebrated and popular painter of horses, who was commissioned by the aristocracy to paint their best racehorses.
As the Vicar pointed out, the two p
