'Money is like that,
isn't it?'
'The general impression seemed to be that I should be foolish to
try anything so speculative as beekeeping, so it fell through.
Some very decent old boys got me another job.'
'What job?'
'Secretary to a club.'
'In London, of course?'
'Yes.'
'And all the time you wanted to be in the country keeping bees!'
Elizabeth could hardly control her voice, her pity was so great.
'I should have liked it,' said Bill, wistfully. 'London's all
right, but I love the country. My ambition would be to have a
whacking big farm, a sort of ranch, miles away from anywhere--'
He broke off. This was not the first time he had caught himself
forgetting how his circumstances had changed in the past few
weeks. It was ridiculous to be telling hard-luck stories about not
being able to buy a farm, when he had the wherewithal to buy
dozens of farms. It took a lot of getting used to, this business
of being a millionaire.
'That's my ambition too,' said Elizabeth, eagerly. This was the
very first time she had met a congenial spirit. Nutty's views on
farming and the Arcadian life generally were saddening to an
enthusiast. 'If I had the money I should get an enormous farm, and
in the summer I should borrow all the children I could find, and
take them out to it and let them wallow in it.
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