'No, you don't understand.'
'I want to share this with you, darling,' I said.
'I want to help you.'
"There was no one with Rebecca, she was alone,' he said.
I knelt there watching his face, watching his eyes.
'It's Rebecca's body lying there on the cabin floor,' he said.
'No,' I said.
'No.'
"The woman buried in the crypt is not Rebecca,' he said. 'It's the body of some unknown woman, unclaimed, belonging nowhere.
There never was an accident.
Rebecca was not drowned at all.
I killed her.
I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove.
I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.
It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor.
Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?'
Chapter twenty
It was very quiet in the library.
The only sound was that of Jasper licking his foot.
He must have caught a thorn in his pads, for he kept biting and sucking at the skin.
Then I heard the watch on Maxim's wrist ticking close to my ear.
The little normal sounds of every day.
And for no reason the stupid proverb of my schooldays ran through my mind,
'Time and Tide wait for no man.'
The words repeated themselves over and over again.
'Time and Tide wait for no man.'
These were the only sounds then, the ticking of Maxim's watch and Jasper licking his foot on the floor beside me.
When people suffer a great shock, like death, or the loss of a limb, I believe they don't feel it just at first.
If your hand is taken from you you don't know, for a few minutes, that your hand is gone.
You go on feeling the fingers.
You stretch and beat them on the air, one by one, and all the time there is nothing there, no hand, no fingers.
I knelt there by Maxim's side, my body against his body, my hands upon his shoulders, and I was aware of no feeling at all, no pain and no fear, there was no horror in my heart.
I thought how I must take the thorn out of Jasper's foot and I wondered if Robert would come in and clear the tea things.
It seemed strange to me that I should think of these things, Jasper's foot, Maxim's watch, Robert and the tea things.
I was shocked at my lack of emotion and this queer cold absence of distress.
Little by little the feeling will come back to me, I said to myself, little by little I shall understand.
What he has told me and all that has happened will tumble into place like pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. They will fit themselves into a pattern.
At the moment I am nothing, I have no heart, and no mind, and no senses, I am just a wooden thing in Maxim's arms.
Then he began to kiss me.
He had not kissed me like this before.
I put my hands behind his head and shut my eyes.
'I love you so much,' he whispered.
'So much.'
This is what I have wanted him to say every day and every night, I thought, and now he is saying it at last.
This is what I imagined in Monte Carlo, in Italy, here in Manderley.
He is saying it now.
I opened my eyes and looked at a little patch of curtain above his head.
He went on kissing me, hungry, desperate, murmuring my name.
I kept on looking at the patch of curtain, and saw where the sun had faded it, making it lighter than the piece above.
'How calm I am,' I thought. 'How cool.