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I didn't think very much, but I remember that all the trees there's a lot of woodland, you know, between Ashdridge and Inley seemed alive. Everything seemed to me to be alive that night. I've never had that sensation before or since."
I had arrived at Inley Abbey that afternoon, and was sitting at dinner with Inley and his pretty wife, whom I had not seen for five years, since the day I was his best man, when we all heard faintly the tolling of a church bell. Lady Inley shook her shoulders in a rather exaggerated shudder. "Someone dead!" said her husband.
He stopped, poured out a glass of water, and drank it off like a man who has been running. "Didn't she show surprise fear?" I asked. "Not a bit. Women are so extraordinary, even old women who've never been in touch with life, that I'm certain now she understood directly her eyes fell on the revolver." "What did she do?" "After a minute she said: 'Lord Inley, I'm looking for my cat.
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.
"I kept quiet for a second, then I said: "'Miss Bassett, I don't think you know that you're running into danger. For I felt that there was danger for her then if she went against me. She knew it, too, perhaps better than I did. I saw her poor old hands, all blue veins, beginning to tremble. "'You can't have it, Lord Inley, she repeated. "There wasn't the ghost of a quiver in her voice.
Of course, at her age, you know By the way, what is her age, Nino?" "No idea," said Inley shortly. He was listening to the dim and monotonous sound of the church bell. Lady Inley turned to me with the childish, confidential movement which men considered one of her many charms. "Miss Bassett is, or was, one of those funny old spinsters who always look the same and always ridiculous.
"But," I said, "I always thought Lady Inley and you were very happy together." It sounded banal, even ridiculous, but I hardly knew what to say. I was startled. The tolling of the bell, too, was getting on my nerves. "One doesn't write such things," he said. "You've been abroad for years." "It's all right now?" He nodded. "I suppose so. Vere has never had the least suspicion."
But she doesn't know Vere doesn't know." His agitation grew, and was inexplicable to me. But I knew Inley, knew that he was bound to tell me what was on his mind. He could be reserved, but not with me. So I took a cigar, cut the end off it deliberately, struck a match, lighted it, and began to smoke in silence.
"It's a mistake to build a church in the grounds of a house," Lady Inley said in her clear, drawling soprano voice. "That noise gives me the blues." "Whom can it be for?" asked Inley. "Miss Bassett, probably," Lady Inley replied carelessly, helping herself to a bonbon from a little silver dish. Inley started. "Miss Sarah Bassett! What makes you think so?"
Lord Inley, perhaps you'd be so good as just to lif t him up and put him inside the door for me. I always have such a job to get him to come in of a night. He likes hunting in the woods. Doesn't he, the naughty Johnny? "'Now's my chance to get rid of her! I thought. "I bent down, picked the cat up, and went along the path towards the cottage, Miss Bassett following close behind me.
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