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Chapter 19
’Ican’tstaylonghere,’shewhisperedtoHilda,terrified.
Andshesufferedgoingintoherownbedroom,re-enteringintopossessionasifnothinghadhappened.ShehatedeveryminuteinsidetheWragbywalls.
TheydidnotmeetCliffordtilltheywentdowntodinner.Hewasdressed,andwithablacktie:ratherreserved,andverymuchthesuperiorgentleman.Hebehavedperfectlypolitelyduringthemealandkeptapolitesortofconversationgoing:butitseemedalltouchedwithinsanity.
’Howmuchdotheservantsknow?’askedConnie,whenthewomanwasoutoftheroom.
’Ofyourintentions?Nothingwhatsoever.’
’MrsBoltonknows.’
Hechangedcolour.
’MrsBoltonisnotexactlyoneoftheservants,’hesaid.
’Oh,Idon’tmind.’
Therewastensiontillaftercoffee,whenHildasaidshewouldgouptoherroom.
CliffordandConniesatinsilencewhenshehadgone.Neitherwouldbegintospeak.Conniewassogladthathewasn’ttakingthepatheticline,shekepthimuptoasmuchhaughtinessaspossible.Shejustsatsilentandlookeddownatherhands.
’Isupposeyoudon’tatallmindhavinggonebackonyourword?’hesaidatlast.
’Ican’thelpit,’shemurmured.
’Butifyoucan’t,whocan?’
’Isupposenobody.’
Helookedatherwithcuriouscoldrage.Hewasusedtoher.Shewasasitwereembeddedinhiswill.Howdaredshenowgobackonhim,anddestroythefabricofhisdailyexistence?Howdaredshetrytocausethisderangementofhispersonality?
’Andforwhatdoyouwanttogobackoneverything?’heinsisted.
’Love!’shesaid.Itwasbesttobehackneyed.