Nosy

Mary went to visit the Crofts today. She felt it was “her duty as an Elliot”. (I think she felt left out of the process and wanted an excuse to meet them.) She and Charles made the trip to the city in the convertible, so there was no space for me. I happily stayed home and avoided the meeting. I hope the Crofts are pleased with the house and don’t think we misrepresented anything. I also hope they don’t think we’re being nosy, checking up on them just after they've moved in!