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"She had parted finally from Glynd in front of Miss Bassett's cottage," he said. "He told me that afterwards." There was a moment's silence. Then he spoke more calmly. "I went up to town when the child was safe, and had it out with Glynd. They had meant to go that night. It was the boy who stopped them and they took it as a judgment. You know how women are. Glynd swore she was stopped in time.
She said she was feeling tired, and was going to have a Friday to Monday rest cure. That's the thing, you know, nowadays. You get a Swedish masseuse down to stay, and go to bed and drink milk. Vere had engaged a masseuse to come on the Friday night. On the Thursday, the day before we were all going to town, Glynd hurt his foot getting over a fence into a turnip field at least I thought so."
"To cut that part short, two years ago in autumn we had Glynd staying with us down here for shooting. There were some others, of course Mrs. Jack, Bobbie Elphinton, and Lady Bobbie but you know the lot." "I did." "Ah," he said, "you've been well out of it these years. Well, the shoot was to break up on a Friday, and I'd arranged to go to town that day with the rest. Vere didn't intend to come.
'No, said the woman; 'on Thursday night, late. Then I remembered that, after Glynd had hurt his foot and asked to stay, Vere had gone out alone for a drive in her cart, to get a last breath of air before the rest cure. She must have sent the telegram herself then. All of a sudden I seemed to understand a lot of things." He had let his cigar out, and now he noticed that he had.
It went a little way down this lane, and stopped. I waited at the turning. I could see the light from the lamps shining on the wet road, and in the circle of light the driver's breath. He bent down, and I saw him looking at a big silver watch. Then he put it back. But he didn't drive on. I knew what he was waiting for. Vere was going with with Glynd.
Of course I said 'Yes; if he wouldn't want a hostess. Because Vere said to me, when she heard of it, that she must have her rest cure all the same. Glynd swore he'd be quite happy alone. So he stayed, and the rest of us came up to town on the Friday. Well, on the Saturday morning I was walking across the park when I met the Swedish massense who was to have gone down to Vere on the Friday night.
I was glad when that was over. I thought she was going to die. You knew Seymour Glynd?" "Life Guards? Killed hunting a year ago?" Inley nodded. "He was a great deal with us soon after Hugo's birth. I thought nothing of it. I'd known the fellow all my life. But then one nearly always has." He laughed bitterly.
He stopped. "Everyone thought so, I believe except, of course, Vere. I wonder if they did, though?" he added moodily. "Or whether I was the only But what does it matter now? Glynd said he only wanted a couple of days' rest to be all right again, and asked me if he might stay on at the Abbey till the Monday.
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