It seemed best to be frank.
'The fact is--I think I'd better tell you--I tried yesterday to get
your father to give up his plans about the gates. And when he
wouldn't, and it seemed likely that there might be legal proceedings
and--and a great fuss--in which naturally he would want his
secretary to help him--'
'You just felt you couldn't? Well, of course I understand that,'
said Pamela fervently. 'But then, you see,' she laughed, 'there
isn't going to be a fuss. The plough just walked in, and the fifty
acres will be done in no time.'
Elizabeth looked as she felt--worried.
'It's very puzzling. I wonder what happened? But I am afraid there
will be other things where your father and I shall disagree--if,
that is, he wants me to do so much else for him than the Greek
work--'
'But you might say that you wouldn't do anything else but the Greek
work?'
'Yes, I might,' said Elizabeth smiling, 'but once I've begun--'
'You couldn't keep to it?--father couldn't keep to it?'
Elizabeth shook her head decidedly.
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