But since luck came my way, his opinion apparently altered, and when he died he left me all his property--Burnham Court included." "Burnham Court!" exclaimed Nan in astonishment.
"Yes.

Droll, isn't it?
So I thought of coming down some time this spring and seeing how it feels to be a land-owner.

My wife is taking a trip to the States then--to visit some friends." "How nice!" Nan's exclamation was quite spontaneous.

It would be nice to have another of her own kind--one of her mental kith and kin--near at hand after she was married.
"I shan't be down there all the time, of course, but for week-ends and so on--in the intervals between transferring commonplace faces, and still more frequently commonplace souls, to canvas." He paused, then asked suddenly: "So you're glad, Nan ?" "Of course I am," she answered heartily.

"It will be like old times." "Unfortunately, old times never--come back," he said shortly.
And then a quaint, drumming noise like the sound of a distant tom-tom summoned them to tea.
Most of the visitors took their departure soon afterwards, but Nan and the Fentons lingered on, returning to the studio to enjoy the multitude of sketches and studies stored away there, many of them carelessly stacked up with their faces to the wall.