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But it struck six, seven, eight o'clock; it was supper-time; and still Ephie had not come home. Mrs. Cayhill grew anxious, too, and Johanna strained her eyes, watching the dark street.
"What was it?" asked James, while Dove jumped up anew to lower the blind, and Ephie raised a bare, dimpled arm to shade her eyes. Mrs. Cayhill could not recollect the title just at once she had a "wretched memory for names" and went over what she had been reading. On Friday, RICHARD ELSMERE, and oh, yes, I know, it was about a farm, an Australian farm."
Cayhill, who for some time had considered Ephie fondly, said: "I can't understand you thinking she isn't well, Joan. I never saw her look better." Ephie went crimson. "Now what has Joan been saying about me?" she asked angrily. Johanna had left the table, and was reading on the sofa. "I only said what I repeated to yourself, Ephie. That I didn't think you were looking well."
Buttoning up his coat-collar, he hastened through the mistlike rain to fetch Johanna. There was a light in every window of the PENSION in the LESSINGSTRASSE; the street-door and both doors of the flat stood open. As he mounted the stairs a confused sound of voices struck his car; and when he entered the passage, he heard Mrs. Cayhill crying noisily.
Johanna gathered up her work to go to her own room and think the matter out in private. In the passage, she ran into the arms of Mrs. Tully, whom she disliked; for, ever since coming to the PENSION, this lady had carried on a kind of cult with Ephie, which was distasteful in the extreme to Johanna. "Oh, Miss Cayhill!" she now exclaimed.
On the morning after Maurice's visit, therefore, she appeared in the sitting-room, with a heap of undarned stockings in one hand, her work-basket in the other, and with a very determined expression on her face. But the moment was not a happy one: Mrs. Cayhill was deep in WHY PAUL FERROL KILLED HIS WIFE; and would be lost to her surroundings until the end of the book was reached.
"You shall smell it too, old Joan!" and in spite of Johanna's protests, she forced her sister also to sink her face in the fragrant white and purple blossoms. But then she left them lying on the table, and it was Johanna who put them in water. Mrs. Cayhill withdrew to her bedroom to be undisturbed, and Johanna went out on an errand.
Cayhill laughed, as Maurice obediently bowed his head, but Johanna reproved her sister. "Don't be silly, Ephie. You behave as if you had never seen lilac before." "Well, neither I have not such lilac as this, and Maurice hasn't either," answered Ephie.
On the afternoon when Maurice found that Madeleine had kept her word he went home and paced his room in perplexity. He pictured Louise lying helpless, too weak to raise her hand. His brain went stupidly over the few people to whom he might turn for aid. Avery Hill? Johanna Cayhill? But Avery was occupied with her own troubles; and Johanna's relationship to Ephie put her out of the question.
Dove was also talking of literature. "That reminds me, how did you like the book I lent you on Wednesday, Mrs. Cayhill?" he asked, at the same instant springing forward to pick up Ephie's handkerchief, which had fallen to the ground. "Oh, very much indeed, very interesting, very good of you," answered Mrs. Cayhill. "Ephie, darling, the sun is shining right on your face."
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