“No, but still …” she stirred the mouldings of fleur-de-lis that littered the floor, fragments of tarnished gilding and dusty stencil-work.
“You know, Brenda's been a wonderful friend to me.
I wouldn't say anything against her … but ever since I came here I've been wondering whether she really understands this beautiful place and all it means to you.”
“Tell me more about your terrible life,” said Tony, leading her back to the central hall.
“You are shy of talking about yourself, aren't you, Teddy?
It's a mistake, you know, to keep things bottled up.
I've been very unhappy too.”
Tony looked about him desperately in search of help; and help came.
“Oh there you are,” said a firm, child's voice.
“Come on.
We're going down to the woods now.
We must hurry, otherwise it will be dark.”
“Oh, Johnny-boy, must I really?
I was just talking to daddy.”
“Come on.
It's all arranged.
And afterwards you're to be allowed to have tea with me upstairs.”
Tony crept into the library, habitable today, since the workmen were at rest.
Brenda found him there two hours later.
“Tony, here all alone?
We thought you were with Jenny.
What have you done with her?”
“John took her off … just in time before I said something rude.”
“Oh dear … well there's only me and Polly in the smoking room.
Come and have some tea.
You look all funny — have you been asleep?”
“We must write it down a failure, definitely.”
“What does the old boy expect?
It isn't as though he was everybody's money.”
“I daresay it would all have been all right, if she hadn't got his name wrong.”
“Anyway, this lets you out.
You've done far more than most wives would to cheer the old boy up.”
“Yes, that's certainly true,” said Brenda.
Four
Another five days; then Brenda came to Hetton again.
“I shan't be here next week-end,” she said,
“I'm going to stay with Veronica.”
“Am I asked?”
“Well you were, of course, but I refused for you.
You know you always hate staying away.”
“I wouldn't mind coming.”
“Oh, darling, I wish I'd known.
Veronica would have loved it so … but I'm afraid it will be too late now.
She's only got a tiny house … to tell you the truth I didn't think you liked her much.”
“I hated her like hell.”
“Well then …?”
“Oh, it doesn't matter.
I suppose you must go back on Monday?
The hounds are meeting here on Wednesday, you know.”
“Are we giving them a lawner?”