He placed his trust in Peter.

" And nicely you've abused it," he said, over tea in thelibrary." For two months you three have dashed to and fro,doing what you called "getting it ready to live in." Incidentally you lulled my suspicions with lying stories about the house, till I almost believed it was something like your description. You' - he pointed an accusing finger at Margaret - "said it was the ideal home. The fact that there was only one bathroom and a system of heating water that won't do more than one hot bath at a time, you carefully concealed."

"Do you good to have a few cold baths," remarked Peter, spreading jam on a slice of bread and butter. "It isn't as though we propose to live here through the winter. Moreover, I don't see why we shouldn't convert one of the bedrooms into a second bathroom, and put in a better heating arrangement. Not immediately, of course, but at some future date."

Charles eyed him coldly. "And what about light? Oh, and a telephone! I suppose we can wire the house while we're about it. This must be what Celia called "getting a country-house for nothing." I might have known."

"Personally," said Celia, "I prefer lamps and candles. Electric light would be out of place in a house like this, and as for a telephone, that's the one thing I've been wanting to escape from." She nodded briskly at her husband. "You're going to have a real holiday this year, my man, quite cut off from town."

"Thanks very much," said Charles. "And what was it you said just before tea? Something about going to the village to order bacon for breakfast?"

"Well, you can take the car," Celia pointed out. "And you might try and get hold of a gardener in the village. I think the garden is rather more than you and Peter can manage.

"It is," said Charles, with conviction. "Much more."