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"Must we go into all this?"

"Oh, no. I was only explaining why there isn't room for Mrs. Gailey at the farm. But even if there was, I'd rather have her here. Then I shan't have to be alone so much."

"Darling, you're talking nonsense. You know that you don't have to live alone down here. It's entirely your own choice. And anytime you like to be sensible about Waters Farm—Sale, is my room ready?"

"Yes'm."

"And my bags unpacked?"

"Yes'm."

"Then I'll go and change. And you must change too, Lesley dear. Nicholas and Anne are coming in after dinner."

Lesley seemed pleased. "Oh, are they?"

"Yes, you know they are. That's the reason why I'm here—that and the Red Cross Ball Committee."

"I thought you were coming down to discuss selling Birdskitchen to the Vines?"

Rosamund pricked up her ears.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I want to discuss the sale with Nicholas. He's my agent and I must talk it over with him before I see old Vine—if I ever get as far as that."

She went into the house, Sale stumping after her.