Return match by Cadell, Elizabeth

of the place: three pages about its advantages and not one line about snags. But if you like it, you like it." "I like it very much. I've only been here four months, but it feels like home. Fm sorry you're disappointed, but I can honestly be very happy here." This he believed. Her capacity for contentment had never ceased to surprise him. On his father's death, she had been left with a large house but a meager income. She had no skills, no training that would have enabled her to earn money, but she had the ability to make a little money go a very long way. She had sold the house, bought one in a cheaper district, and for years—until his father's brother came home from the Argentine, learned the state of affairs and came to their rescue —had managed to support herself—and him. He had a clear memory of those years, and he could not remember any shadows. He could recall austerities and economies, but none that had hurt. And then his uncle had arrived, had paid his school fees, given him a handsome allowance and on his death left him a considerable sum of money. The lean years were over. "If you're happy," he told his mother, "I suppose that's all that matters. But there's not much point in sending you money if you won't use it. I sent you your fare to Brazil." "I would have loved the trip, Nigel, but somehow I'd got involved with selling the other house and buying this one, and one way and another . . . But thanks all the same. Next time . . ." He poured himself a cup of coffee,