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She was so nervous that she could not listen, could not even follow Miss Ingate's simple remarks; she heard them as from a long distance, and grasped them after a long interval. Still, she was uplifted, doughty, and proud. The humiliation of the afternoon had vanished like a mist. Nay, she felt glad that Musa had behaved to her just as he did behave.
When Miss Ingate with extraordinary agility also jumped up and approached him, he apprehended, recalling rumours of Miss Ingate's advanced feminism, that the fate of an anti-suffragette Cabinet Minister might be awaiting him, and he prepared his defence. "You mustn't go," said Miss Ingate. "You are my solicitor, whatever mother may say, and you mustn't go," added Audrey in a soft voice.
Their porteur leaped over the counter from behind and made signs for a key. All Audrey's trunks in turn joined Miss Ingate's; none was missing. And finally an official, small and fierce, responded to the invocations of the porteur and established himself at the counter in front of them. He put his hand on Miss Ingate's trunk. "Op-en," he said in English.
Hence Miss Ingate had obtained the address of a Paris boarding-house, and one or two preliminary introductions from political friends in London. Well, France was not equal to its reputation; and Miss Ingate's sardonic smile seemed to be saying: "So this is your France!"
The more detailed part of Audrey's toilette had been accomplished subsequent to Miss Ingate's departure, for Audrey had been at pains to inform Miss Ingate that she, Audrey, was even less interested than usual in her appearance that afternoon. They were close and mutually reliable friends; but every friendship has its reservations. Elise also was out; indeed, Miss Ingate had taken her.
"It is extremely unsatisfactory," she said, dropping on to Miss Ingate's sofa. Not another word was spoken. Audrey tapped her foot. Musa creaked in the basket chair. He avoided her eyes, but occasionally she glared at him like a schoolmistress. Then her gaze softened he looked so ill, so helpless, so hopeless. She wanted to light a cigarette for him, but she was somehow bound to the sofa.
I didn't want the police coming poking round my house. It would never do, in a little place like Moze. I should never hear the last of it. So I I thought of Flank Hall. Jane Foley went on: "Miss Ingate was sure you wouldn't mind, Mrs. Moncreiff. And personally I was quite certain you wouldn't mind. We left the carriage at Miss Ingate's, and carried the bag in turns.
Audrey made no reply. The morning had been unusually silent, giving considerable scope for Miss Ingate's faculty for leaving well alone. "I suppose you aren't coming out?" added Miss Ingate. "No. I went out a bit this morning. You know I have my French lesson in twenty minutes." "Of course." Miss Ingate seized her apparatus and departed.
I must tell you " Slowly Audrey moved up to the table and leaned over the letter by Miss Ingate's side. "So you see!" said Miss Ingate. "Well, we must show it to Tommy in the morning. 'Not learnt the lessons of history, eh? I know who's been talking to Nick. I know as well as if I could hear them speaking." "Do you think we ought to go to London?" Audrey demanded bluntly.
Can't you ask him to leave?" "Is his moustache dyed, Winnie? Oh, what fun!" Miss Ingate's apprehension was justified. There was a knock at the study door, discreet, insistent, menacing, and it was Mr. Cowl's knock. He entered, smiling gravely and yet, as it were, teasingly.
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