It occurred to her what a delightful solution of her problem, if later on her father could be persuaded to leave Arthur in charge of the works, and come to live with her in London.

There was a fine block of flats near Chelsea Church with long views up and down the river.

How happy they could be there; the drawing-room in the Adams style with wine-coloured curtains! He was a father any young woman could be proud to take about.

Unconsciously she gave his hand an impulsive squeeze.

They lunched at an old inn upon the moors; and the landlady, judging from his shy, attentive ways, had begun by addressing her as Madame.
"You grow wonderfully like your mother," he told her that evening at dinner.