CHAPTER V THE GAP

“Bob, I’m to have four pounds a week—and ‘all found,’ as the servants say. Isn’t it simply too marvellous?” It was a few days after Shirley’s first visit to Fremingham Place. There had been other visits since, which had only served to increase her liking for both the brother and sister, but on each occasion, by a sort of common consent, business matters had been shelved, and the question of the salary her engagement carried with it left in abeyance. And now the morning’s post had brought her a letter from Mrs. Harf…