Part 20 (1/2)

The sensation that she was having a dream, a nice one, but a dream all the same, came over her.

She looked at Sarre, standing a few paces from her, his hands in his

pockets, his head a little on one side, watching her.

”Al--' she began, 'he's a c.o.c.kney!

However did he get here?

' ”It's a long story.

He's been with me for a long time now.

He's a splendid fellow, I'd trust him with my life.

' ”And you've got a Scottish housekeeper.

' She sounded almost accusing.

He laughed at that.

”So I have.

Poor Alethea, I do believe you expected wooden shoes and baggy

trousers.

' He was suddenly beside her, his hands on her shoulders.

”My dear, I'm unkind to tease, but I never thought to tell you about

Al--to tell you about anything, I suppose.

You are always so sensible and serene.

' ”Not always,” she reminded him.

He kissed her cheek.

”You are exactly the kind of wife I want--we shall get on famously,” he

promised her.

Somehow the casual friendly way he said it chilled her.

CHAPTER FIVE.

it was impossible to feel chilled for long, though.

Before she had time to answer Sarre, Al was back with a tray of coffee and following hard on his heels, the housekeeper.

”Mrs McCrea,” Sarre introduced her to Alethea, 'who has been with us

since I was a very small boy and is our staunch friend as well as the

best housekeeper in the world.

' ”Go on with you, sir,” declared Mrs McCrea comfortably, 'though I'm sure we all do our best to make you comfortable.

We all wish you and Miss Thomas a long and happy life together.

' She beamed at Alethea, her small bright blue eyes twinkling, and took the hand she was holding out.

”And here's a bonny girl,” she observed, 'if you'll pardon me saying

so.

' Alethea smiled widely at her.

They were going to like each other; Mrs McCrea was small and round and