She did the wisest possible thing, which was to make an apparently impersonal remark.
"I want you to go over the place with me and show me everything.

Walls and fences and greenhouses and outbuildings must not be allowed to crumble away." "What ?" cried Rosy.

"Have you seen all that already ?" She actually stared at her.

"How practical and--and American!" "To see that a wall has fallen when you find yourself obliged to walk round a pile of grass-grown brickwork ?" said Betty.
Lady Anstruthers still softly stared.
"What--what are you thinking of ?" she asked.
"Thinking that it is all too beautiful----" Betty's look swept the loveliness spread about her, "too beautiful and too valuable to be allowed to lose its value and its beauty." She turned her eyes back to Rosy and the deep dimple near her mouth showed itself delightfully.

"It is a throwing away of capital," she added.
"Oh!" cried Lady Anstruthers, "how clever you are! And you look so different, Betty." "Do I look stupid ?" the dimple deepening.