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That's quite all right," said Lucy. "I want particularly, you see, to be near Brackhampton. I have an elderly aunt in a critical state of health and I want to be within easy distance of her. That's why the salary is a secondary consideration. I can't afford to do nothing. If I could be sure of having some time off most days?"
"Oh, of course. Every afternoon, till six, if you like?"
"That seems perfect."
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Miss Crackenthorpe hesitated a moment before saying: "My father is elderly and a little – difficult sometimes. He is very keen on economy, and he says things sometimes that upset people. I wouldn't like –"
Lucy broke in quickly:
"I'm quite used to elderly people, of all kinds, she said. I always manage to get on well with them."
Emma Crackenthorpe looked relieved.
"Trouble with father!" diagnosed Lucy. "I bet he's an old tartar."
She was apportioned a large gloomy bedroom which a small electric heater did its inadequate best to warm, and was shown round the house, a vast uncomfortable mansion. As they passed a door in the hall a voice roared out: