The next few hours will tell. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. She
had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as
she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude
and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a
correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick. ”
“And why shouldn’t you?”
“I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. Got detained in the City,
and——”
Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other
side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence. ”
Courtlaw rose too. “Don’t worry, Julian. I believe you have had it pulled down, have you not?”
“The Misses Pellissier!” he exclaimed. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned
by remorse, rather than sorrow. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. He seated himself before it. She resumed
her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again.
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