The Little Mother looked relieved.
I told her all the trouble we had had in connection with the cow.
Her sympathies were chiefly with the cow. I told her I had hopes of
Robina's developing into a sensible woman. We talked quite a deal
about Robina. We agreed that between us we had accomplished
something rather clever.
"I must get back as soon as I can," I said. "I don't want young Bute
getting wrong ideas into his head."
"Who is young Bute?" she asked.
"The architect," I explained.
"I thought he was an old man," said Ethelbertha.
"Old Spreight is old enough," I said. "Young Bute is one of his
young men; but he understands his work, and seems intelligent."
"What's he like?" she asked.
"Personally, an exceedingly nice young fellow. There's a good deal
of sense in him. I like a boy who listens."
"Good-looking?" she asked.
"Not objectionably so," I replied. "A pleasant face--particularly
when he smiles."
"Is he married?" she asked.
"Really, it did not occur to me to ask him," I admitted. "How
curious you women are! No, I don't think so. I should say not."
"Why don't you think so?" she demanded.
"Oh, I don't know. He doesn't give you the idea of a married man.
You'll like him. Seems so fond of his sister."
"Shall we be seeing much of him?" she asked.
"A goodish deal," I answered. "I expect he will be going down on
Monday. Very annoying, this stove business.
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