"...
I reflected. "They will" I said. "They're used to liking to know."...
My aunt had been unusually silent. Suddenly she spoke. "He says Snap,"
she remarked; "he buys that place. And a nice old job of Housekeeping he
gives me! He sails through the village swelling like an old turkey. And
who'll have to scoot the butler? Me! Who's got to forget all she ever
knew and start again? Me! Who's got to trek from Chiselhurst and be a
great lady? Me! ... You old Bother! Just when I was settling down and
beginning to feel at home."
My uncle turned his goggles to her. "Ah! THIS time it is home, Susan....
We got there."
VII
It seems to me now but a step from the buying of Lady Grove to the
beginning of Crest Hill, from the days when the former was a stupendous
achievement to the days when it was too small and dark and inconvenient
altogether for a great financier's use. For me that was a period of
increasing detachment from our business and the great world of London; I
saw it more and more in broken glimpses, and sometimes I was working in
my little pavilion above Lady Grove for a fortnight together; even when
I came up it was often solely for a meeting of the aeronautical society
or for one of the learned societies or to consult literature or employ
searchers or some such special business.
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