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Chapter II. The 16th and 17th of July
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Cynthiawaswaitingforme,andgreetedmeeagerlywith:
“Isay!There’sbeenthemostawfulrow!I’vegotitalloutofDorcas.”
“Whatkindofarow?”
“BetweenAuntEmilyandhim.Idohopeshe’sfoundhimoutatlast!”
“WasDorcasthere,then?”
“Ofcoursenot.She‘happenedtobenearthedoor’.Itwasarealoldbust-up.IdowishIknewwhatitwasallabout.”
IthoughtofMrs.Raikes’sgipsyface,andEvelynHoward’swarnings,butwiselydecidedtoholdmypeace,whilstCynthiaexhaustedeverypossiblehypothesis,andcheerfullyhoped,“AuntEmilywillsendhimaway,andwillneverspeaktohimagain.”
IwasanxioustogetholdofJohn,buthewasnowheretobeseen.Evidentlysomethingverymomentoushadoccurredthatafternoon.ItriedtoforgetthefewwordsIhadoverheard;but,dowhatIwould,Icouldnotdismissthemaltogetherfrommymind.WhatwasMaryCavendish’sconcerninthematter?
Mr.Inglethorpwasinthedrawing-roomwhenIcamedowntosupper.Hisfacewasimpassiveasever,andthestrangeunrealityofthemanstruckmeafresh.
Mrs.Inglethorpcamedownlast.Shestilllookedagitated,andduringthemealtherewasasomewhatconstrainedsilence.Inglethorpwasunusuallyquiet.Asarule,hesurroundedhiswifewithlittleattentions,placingacushionatherback,andaltogetherplayingthepartofthedevotedhusband.Immediatelyaftersupper,Mrs.Inglethorpretiredtoherboudoiragain.
“Sendmycoffeeinhere,Mary,”shecalled.“I’vejustfiveminutestocatchthepost.
