Then he could mend
and make, if he could get the orders.
They could soon make a business of L2 a week in this way; she had
a friend who began like that and had now moved to a better shop, where
she made L5 or L6 a week at least- and she, Ellen, had done the
greater part of the buying and selling herself.
Here was a new light indeed. It was as though he had got his L5000
back again all of a sudden, and perhaps ever so much more later on
into the bargain. Ellen seemed more than ever to be his good genius.
She went out and got a few rashers of bacon for his and her
breakfast. She cooked them much more nicely than he had been able to
do, and laid breakfast for him and made coffee, and some nice brown
toast. Ernest had been his own cook and housemaid for the last few
days and had not given himself satisfaction. Here he suddenly found
himself with someone to wait on him again. Not only had Ellen
pointed out to him how he could earn a living when no one except
himself had known how to advise him, but here she was so pretty and
smiling, looking after even his comforts, and restoring him
practically in all respects that he much cared about to the position
which he had lost- or rather putting him in one that he already
liked much better.
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