“How do you manage about your bath water?” asked Mr. Belton, intent on practical things. “My father put a bath in when we used this as the bachelors’ wing, but there are about fifty yards of piping from the furnace and the water was never more than tepid. The second footman used to have to bring big cans of boiling water in the morning.”
“The Governors put in an electric heater for me,” said Miss Sparling, opening the bathroom door. “And they kindly put a little electric cooker in that sort of lobby and partitioned it off from the passage, which makes a nice little kitchen if I want to be independent.”
Mr. Belton saw, admired, and had a pang of envy for people who could afford these comforts. But he liked Miss Sparling and for her sake was willing to forgive the Hosiers their wealth.
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