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"What about this? I'd better carry some of it up."

"Well, if you don't mind . . . Perhaps we can manage the suitcase between us. Then tomorrow the gardener will bring up your trunk. I'm afraid Ashplant won't do it—he'll say it isn't his work."

So this is what it's like to live in a house with a full staff of servants, thought Rosamund as she picked up her bag. Aloud she said cheerfully, "I shan't need the trunk. I've everything I want for now in here."

They went up the staircase, across a wide landing furnished, it seemed to Rosamund, like a drawing room, then down a long passage to a glass-paneled door.

"This is my own wing," said Lesley. "We'll be quite on our own here. There's two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and a nice, large sitting room below. It's like having my own house."

Rosamund would rather have lived in the main building. She suspected Lesley's wing of being in point of fact the servants' wing. However, the room allotted to her was bright and freshly decorated, and she liked the modern furniture better than the old stuff she had seen downstairs.