“I am glad to hear you say that, Mr. Saxilby,” she said quietly. “When—when will you begin?” “Why not now?” Charles asked coolly. He had taken the first, most difficult hurdle in deciding that he would come to Windygates. Having done that, he saw no reason for delay. But, to his surprise, Miss Ravensdale apparently did. He saw that her slim fingers were twisting restlessly and that in the bright afternoon light her face was suddenly a little drawn. “I’m not sure—” she began, and paused to start again. “I think it might be better if I were to tell Judith first.” She was afraid, she honestly was, of that attractive but troublesome niece of hers! There was no mistaking the signs, but his liking for her alone was sufficient reason for him to say firmly: “I disagree with you, Miss Ravensdale. You tell me that Miss Judith Ravensdale has agreed in principle to someone coming here. And you believe that she will not go back on that.
