Since Sunday afternoon I have been thinking a great deal about Hope Greenwood. Dorothy has been having her little chats with me, and even Aunt Murdock went out of her way to visit me yesterday afternoon to find out how things went. They are both convinced that there is something of a romantic nature between Hope and me, but I am not sure of Hope’s feelings on the matter.
Yes, we had a great afternoon on Sunday and I learned a lot about Hope’s past and even a little about her hopes for the future, but I remain as uncertain as ever about how she sees me. It doesn’t help that I am not sure of my own feelings. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely fond of Hope; she has become one of my closest friends. I am just worried that having been single for so long I may not be the best person for her to be in a relationship with. And I am a little concerned about the way that Emily sees me. I would hate to come between them.
But relationships are not the only thing on my mind at the moment. You see, I received a telephone call from Mr Rotherby, my Estate Manager, about some comings and goings on the estate. He tells me he is a little worried about Aunt Sara, although he was somewhat vague over the particulars. He tells me that he has also been approached regarding the sale of part of the estate for a housing development. He knows my feelings on the matter but has asked if I could speak to the gentlemen concerned as they are taking very little notice of him.
So I have decided that I will have to pop along to the old family homestead tomorrow and see for myself what is going on. It might be nice to have a weekend away from the city and I may drop by to see some of the neighbours. I have already told Anne I will be down so she is going to join me for dinner tomorrow night.