She could think of nothing else. Once again Ansdore was failing her, as it always failed her in any crisis of emotion--Ansdore could never be big enough to fill her heart. But she valued it because of the consequence it must give her in young Hill's eyes, and she was impressed by the idea that her own extra age and importance gave her the rights of approach normally belonging to the man.... Queens always invited their consorts to share their thrones, and she was a queen, opening her gates to the man she loved. There could be no question of her leaving her house for his--he was only a little clerk earning two pounds a week, and she was Squire of the Manor. Possibly this very fact made him hesitate, fear to presume.... Well, she must show him he was wrong, and this Whitsuntide was her opportunity. But she wished that she could feel more queenly in her mind--less abject, craving and troubled. In outward circumstances she was his queen, but in her heart she was his slave. She plunged into an orgy of preparation. Mrs. Tolhurst and Mene Tekel and the new girl from Windpumps who now reinforced the household were nearly driven off their legs. Ellen spared the wretched man much in the way of feather-beds--just one down mattress would be enough, town people weren't used to sleeping on feathers. She also chastened the scheme of decoration, and substituted fresh flowers for the pampas grasses which Joanna thought the noblest adornment possible for a spare bedroom. On the whole Ellen behaved very well about Albert Hill--she worked her best to give him a favourable impression of Ansdore as a household, and when he came she saw that he and her sister were as much alone together as possible. "He isn't at all the sort of brother-in-law I'd like you to have, my dear," she said to Tip, "but if you'd seen some of the men Joanna's taken up with you'd realize it might have been much worse. I'm told she once had a most hectic romance with her own shepherd ... she's frightfully impressionable, you know." "Is she really?" said Tip in his slow, well-bred voice. "I shouldn't have thought that." "No, because--dear old Jo! it's so funny--she's quite without art. But she's always been frightfully keen on men, though she never could attract the right sort; and for some reason or other--to do with the farm, I suppose--she's never been keen on marriage. Now lately I've been thinking she really ought to marry--lately she's been getting quite queer--_detraquee_--and I do think she ought to settle down." "But Hill's much younger than she is."