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"I know there isn't," said Jane. "There never is now. But what I want to know is if there is one."

This request Mr. Pattern appeared to find quite in order.

"Well, there is The Cote," said Mr. Pattern, "and I dare say The Cedars might consider a let."

"I don't think they would for a moment," said Jane. "They've got three ex-Land Girls each with a baby and her husband abroad, so things are quite comfortable. And The Cote is far too large. The friend who wants a house only wants it for his daughter and a governess, and he might come down at week-ends himself."

"Well, there is Mrs. Foster's house, Mrs. Gresham," said Mr. Pattern, warming to the game, as he always did. "Quite a small nest but cosy. She might be thinking of going to her sister at Torquay for the summer."

"That wouldn't do a bit," said Jane. "You know there are only two bedrooms and an attic where no servant would sleep even if you had one. Well, I'll have to try Barchester."

"Just one moment, Mrs. Gresham," said Mr. Pattern. "Slow and sure wins the day as they say. I suppose your friend wouldn't care to try the New Town, or further afield?"