Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе
Chapter II. The 16th and 17th of July
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Shewentintotheboudoiragain,andCynthiastaredafterher.
“Goodnessgracious!Iwonderwhat’sup?”shesaidtoLawrence.
Hedidnotseemtohaveheardher,forwithoutawordheturnedonhisheelandwentoutofthehouse.
Isuggestedaquickgameoftennisbeforesupperand,Cynthiaagreeing,Iranupstairstofetchmyracquet.
Mrs.Cavendishwascomingdownthestairs.Itmayhavebeenmyfancy,butshe,too,waslookingoddanddisturbed.
“HadagoodwalkwithDr.Bauerstein?”Iasked,tryingtoappearasindifferentasIcould.
“Ididn’tgo,”sherepliedabruptly.“WhereisMrs.Inglethorp?”
“Intheboudoir.”
Herhandclencheditselfonthebanisters,thensheseemedtonerveherselfforsomeencounter,andwentrapidlypastmedownthestairsacrossthehalltotheboudoir,thedoorofwhichsheshutbehindher.
AsIranouttothetenniscourtafewmomentslater,Ihadtopasstheopenboudoirwindow,andwasunabletohelpoverhearingthefollowingscrapofdialogue.MaryCavendishwassayinginthevoiceofawomandesperatelycontrollingherself:
“Thenyouwon’tshowittome?”
TowhichMrs.Inglethorpreplied:
“MydearMary,ithasnothingtodowiththatmatter.”
“Thenshowittome.”
“Itellyouitisnotwhatyouimagine.Itdoesnotconcernyouintheleast.”
TowhichMaryCavendishreplied,witharisingbitterness:
“Ofcourse,Imighthaveknownyouwouldshieldhim.
