She stopped at the gate and looked at Peter Reid.
"Were you by any chance coming in ?" she asked.
"Yes," said Mr.Reid; "I was going to ask if I might see over the house." "Surely," said Jean.

"But--you're not going to buy it, are you ?" The face she turned to him was pink and distressed.
"Did you think of buying it yourself ?" Peter Reid asked.
"_Me_?
You wouldn't ask that if you knew how little money I have.

But come in.

I shall try to think of all its faults to tell you--but in my eyes it hasn't got any." They went slowly up the flagged path and into the square, low-roofed hall.

This was not as his mother had it.