“She is attractive,” he said, with a deep sigh. “People are always proposing to her—she told me so.”
“They must be illicit proposals if they’re made to her down here,” I remarked. “We haven’t got a bachelor in the place.”
“There’s Dr. Stone,” said Griselda, her eyes dancing.
“He asked her to come and see the barrow the other day,” I admitted.
“Of course he did,” said Griselda. “She is attractive, Len. Even bald-headed archaeologists feel it.”
“Lots of S.A. ,” said Dennis sapiently.
And yet Lawrence Redding is completely untouched by Lettice’s charm. Griselda, however, explained that with the air of one who knew she was right.
“Lawrence has got lots of S.A. himself. That kind always likes the—how shall I put it—the Quaker type. Very restrained and diffident. The kind of woman whom everybody calls cold. I think Anne is the only woman who could ever hold Lawrence. I don’t