“No fear of that! The more there is the more I’ll like it.”
I was not so certain. She spoke as if she were sure of herself. But, for my part, I felt that it remained to be seen. I went on:
“What was that about being in before nine?”
“You are never to sleep out of the house. You are always to be in it before nine at night, and never to leave it before nine in the morning.”
“That’s a nice condition, upon my word!” I turned to Emily. “What do you think of that? It’s worse than Cardew & Slaughter’s.”
“It does seem rather provoking. But”—there was a twinkle in her eye—“there may be ways of getting out of that!”
“What was that about no man being allowed in the house?”
“No man, under any circumstances, is to be allowed to cross the doorstep; nor, indeed, is anyone, except the lady you have chosen to be your companion.”
“But what about my Tom?”
“Your—Tom? Who is he?”
“Mr. Tom Cooper is the gentleman to whom I am engaged to be married.”
“I am afraid that, by the terms of the will, no exception is made even in his favour.”
I did not answer. But I told myself that we would see about that if, as Emily hinted, there were ways of getting the better of one condition, it should not be my fault if means were not found to get the better of the other too.
Almost immediately afterwards we started for the house; all three of us again in the four-wheeler which had been waiting for us the whole of the time. I wondered who was going to pay the fare. It would make a hole in my fifteen shillings.
