“But I know Derek doesn't want it,” cried Miss Fordingbridge. “Last night I told him all about how I'd kept his things for him so carefully; and if you'd seen how touched the poor boy was! He said it was the thing that had touched him most. And he was ever so grateful to me. And now you propose to spoil it all, after those years!” She switched off on to another subject. “And what do you propose to do about poor old Peter Hay? If you let Foxhills, it won't need a caretaker; and I suppose you'll turn poor Peter adrift? And, if you remember, Peter was one of the people that Derek liked best when he was here before. He was always going about with Peter, and he said he found him companionable. And he's learned a lot from Peter about beasts and so on—all new to him—since he came from Australia. But I suppose Peter's to go at a week's notice? That's a nice way to serve people.” Her brother seemed to consider things before replying. “I'll try to find something for Peter. You're quite right, Jay. I didn't mean to turn Peter adrift, though. If I have to sack him from the caretaker business, I'll pay him out of my own pocket till something else turns up. Peter's too decent a man to let down, especially after he's been at Foxhills all his life. If it had been that last valet we had—that fellow Aird—I'd never have thought twice about throwing him out at a day's notice. But you can trust me to look after Peter.” Miss Fordingbridge seemed slightly mollified by this concession on her brother's part; but she stuck to her main point. “Well, you can't let Foxhills in any case. I won't have it!” But apparently her brother had wearied of argument, for he made no reply. “I shall be going up to Foxhills some time to-day. I always go up to dust Derek's rooms, you know,” she continued. “What on earth do you do that for?” her brother demanded in an exasperated tone. “Are you training for a housemaid's place? I hear there's a shortage in that line, but you hardly seem to be a useful kind of recruit, Jay.” “I've always looked after Derek's rooms. When he was here at Foxhills in the old days, I never allowed anyone to lay a finger on his study. I knew just how he liked his things kept, and I wouldn't have maids fussing round, displacing everything.” “Oh, of course you doted on the boy,” her brother retorted. “But it seems a bit unnecessary at this time of day.” “Unnecessary? Just when Derek has come back?” Paul Fordingbridge made no attempt to conceal his gesture of annoyance; but he refrained from reopening the sore subject. “Well, if you come across Peter, you can send him down to me. I haven't seen him since we came here, and I may as well have a talk about things. Probably there are one or two repairs that need considering. Perhaps you could go round by his cottage and make sure of getting hold of him.” Miss Fordingbridge nodded her assent.