She thought she had hidden well from him. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. Wood trembled. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. On the way home he was still thoughtful. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled.
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