If he
is, I shall make him wash the dishes for me. The least he can do,
after swooping down on us like this, is to make himself useful.'
A cry of protest broke from the appalled Nutty, but Elizabeth did
not hear it. She had left the room and was on her way downstairs.
Lord Dawlish was smoking an after-breakfast cigar in the grounds.
It was a beautiful day, and a peaceful happiness had come upon
him. He told himself that he had made progress. He was under the
same roof as the girl he had deprived of her inheritance, and it
should be simple to establish such friendly relations as would
enable him to reveal his identity and ask her to reconsider her
refusal to relieve him of a just share of her uncle's money. He
had seen Elizabeth for only a short time on the previous night,
but he had taken an immediate liking to her. There was something
about the American girl, he reflected, which seemed to put a man
at his ease, a charm and directness all her own. Yes, he liked
Elizabeth, and he liked this dwelling-place of hers. He was quite
willing to stay on here indefinitely.
Nature had done well by Flack's. The house itself was more
pleasing to the eye than most of the houses in those parts, owing
to the black and white paint which decorated it and an unconventional
flattening and rounding of the roof.
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