He looked at Hilda in a different way, with a much intensified curiosity.
"Yes," she resumed.

He now seemed to her more like a fellow-creature, and less like a member of the inimical older generation.
"So you're nearly twenty-one ?" "In December," she said.

"And I think under my father's will--" She stopped, at a loss.

"The fact is, I don't think mother will be quite able to look after the property properly, and I'm afraid--you see, now that Mr.Skellorn has had this stroke--" "Yes," said Mr.Cannon, "I heard about that, and I was thinking perhaps Mrs.Lessways had sent you....

We collect rents, you know." "I see!" Hilda murmured.