But she is very hellfy.
Poor little Timmy! Dear little unscrupulous child of nature! Would Timmy wish him, Godfrey Radmore, dead, if some accident were to reveal to him what a great difference it would make to them all?
He hoped not.

But he couldn't feel sure, for, from being well-to-do the Tosswills must have become poor, painfully and, to his mind, unnaturally poor.
Further search proved the prescription was not in the play-box, and he went downstairs.

Still that same unnatural silence through the house.
Where could Timmy be?
Somehow he felt that he wanted to see Timmy and find out about the nanny-goats.

He feared his godson's expectations of wealth had not been fulfilled, but he supposed that there was a "propper cook," probably the lack of her had been quite temporary.
He wandered into the drawing-room.

In the old days all five sitting-rooms had been in use.