"I have decided to buy the long lease of this house. It is for
sale," he said, casually. "I shall buy it for the child."
"For Robin!" said Feather, helplessly.
"Yes, for Robin."
"It--it would be an income--whatever happened. It is in the very
heart of Mayfair," she said, because, in her astonishment--almost
consternation--she could think of nothing else. He would not buy
it for her. He thought her too silly to trust. But, if it were
Robin's--it would be hers also. A girl couldn't turn her own
mother into the street. Amid the folds of her narrow being hid
just one spark of shrewdness which came to life where she herself
was concerned.
"Two or three rooms--not large ones--can be added at the back,"
he went on. "I glanced out of a window to see if it could be done."
Incomprehensible as he was, one might always be sure of a certain
princeliness in his inexplicable methods. He never was personal
or mean. An addition to the slice of a house! That really WAS
generous! Entrancement filled her.
"That really is kind of you," she murmured, gratefully. "It seems
too much to ask!"
"You did not ask it," was his answer.
"But I shall benefit by it. Nothing COULD BE nicer. These rooms
are so much too small," glancing about her in flushed rapture, "And
my bedroom is dreadful. I'm obliged to use Rob's for a dressing-room."
"The new rooms will be for Robin," he said.
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