He adored Paul. He told
Maggie that he thought that he was the very luckiest man. in the
world for having, so early in his career, so wonderful a man as Paul
to work under. He had also adored Grace, but very quickly showed
signs of transferring that adoration to Maggie.
"Miss Trenchard's splendid," he said. "I do admire her so, but
you'll be a great help to us all. I'm so glad you've come."
"Why, how do you know?" asked Maggie. "You've only seen me for about
two minutes."
"Ah, one can tell," said Mr. Flaunders, sighing.
Maggie liked his enthusiasm, but she couldn't help wishing that his
knees wouldn't crack at unexpected moments, that he wasn't quite so
long and thin, and that he wouldn't leave dried shaving-soap under
his ears and in his nostrils. She was puzzled, too, that Paul should
be so obviously pleased with the rather naif adoration. "Paul likes
you to praise him," she thought a little regretfully.
So, for the moment, these people, the house and the Church, fitted
in her World. For the rest of the fortnight she was so busy that she
never went on to the beach nor into the woods.
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