“That is what I would still like to do.”
“Well, you cannot do so and therefore there is no more argument about it. I am your Guardian and, whether you like it or not, you have to obey me.”
“I have already said, Uncle Arthur, that I will come to you on Wednesday.”
He was bullying her and she hated him for it.
At the same time, because she could not bear to part with the cottage where she had been so happy, she would rather it was looked after by her father’s friend.
He had promised he would take care of the books and furniture, which would be better than selling them.
“What rent would he pay?” the Earl demanded.
“Thirty pounds a year and I know that he will be very careful with everything.”
“Thirty pounds!” the Earl said reflectively. “Well, with the fifty pounds from your mother, y
