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Hightower answered:

"Well, we've made a start."

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The letter to Sylvia Dunning which went from Doleham Manor to the post that afternoon was not the one that Rosamund had written the night before.

I think that I'm going to manage all right. I was nervous at first, for I thought I might have to know something about farming, but now I find that isn't really necessary. It's only ordinary routine work—forms, accounts, letters and such like. And I believe that later on Miss Bullen is going to start writing a book. She's a nice creature—a bit cuckoo, but I like her. She's so generous. I don't like the old lady, though. She was dreadfully upstage with me yesterday. I haven't seen her at all today, so far, thank goodness, as she was at a Committee Meeting all the morning and then out to lunch. The daughter took me down to the farm and introduced me to the settlers—at least that's what I suppose they're called, as it's a settlement. They seem a mixed lot. There's two families with four or five children each and an odd man who seems very odd indeed. I met them all as they came in to dinner, which wasn't ready because their wives were fighting over the kitchen stove. It seems rather a muddly sort of concern, but I shall enjoy working here, especially when Mrs. Winrow's gone back to London. King Edward can't have been up to his usual form if he really admired her. I can't think that she ever was worth looking at. But Lesley might be quite pretty if she was brushed up a bit. I'll see what I can do. It's very quiet here. All we've had in the way of company so far is an elderly couple—some sort of cousins, I believe—who came in after dinner last night. She has a title, but he hasn't, which I've never met before. I have a nice office, and the typewriter's a Remington, which was what I learned on at the College. So that's all right. Excuse more for now. Much love from