All in all, Jane’s scheme is practical, although Edith is frankly disappointed.
“I would have looked so sweet on that terrace!” she says, and makes a dreadful face at me.
I have asked her to say nothing to Jane about old Thomas’s ravings, as she calls them. She has agreed, but accuses me of extreme terror, and maintains that I am merely putting the responsibility on Jane.
“You know perfectly well,” she says, “that you believe in ghosts. And if you rent that house old Horace ought to come back and haunt you.”
oughtBut she is secretly pleased. She sees herself in the cottage, in a bungalow apron, presenting a picture of lovely but humble domesticity to young Halliday, and thus forcing his hand. For if I know anything of Edith, she is going to marry him. And if I know anything of Halliday
