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Updated: June 15, 2025
The moon was full, and when they reached Ridge Road he stopped the car and they got out and stood on the cliff, looking over the city just as they had done on her first evening in Bombay. Some scented tree was in bloom and the air was full of its soft fragrance. For some minutes they stood in silence, then Jan broke it by asking: "Mr. Ledgard, could Hugo take the children from me?"
By mutual consent they turned to look at one another, and Jan noted that Peter Ledgard was thin and extremely yellow. What Peter saw evidently satisfied him as to her common sense, for he plunged in medias res at once: "How much do you know of this unfortunate affair?" he asked. "Very little," she answered, "and that little extremely vague. Will you tell me has Hugo come to total grief or not?"
Above everything she desired to be always true and sincere with him, that he might, as on that first night in England, feel that he "believed" her. "I have every reason to love Mr. Ledgard," she said slowly: "he was so wonderfully kind to all of us." She was determined to be loyal to Peter with poor Fay's children. Jan hated ingratitude.
Ledgard, do you manage to have your sheets so deliciously scented with lavender d'you get it sent out from home every year?" "Lavender?" Peter repeated. "I've got no lavender. My people never sent me any, and I've certainly never come across any in India." "But I'm convinced everything smelt of lavender. It made me think of home so. If I hadn't been just going I'd have been too homesick for words.
Beyond the bare facts of Fay's death I told him all about her illness as dispassionately as I could I've never reproached him or said anything cruel. You see, the man is down and out; though Mr. Ledgard always declared he had any amount of mysterious wires to pull. Yet, I can't help wondering whether he is ill somewhere, with no money and no friends, in some dreadful native quarter."
"And here are we using his house and his cook and everything." She swung her feet off the sofa and disentangled them from the shawl, folded it neatly and sat looking at Peter, who opened his eyes. For a full minute they stared at each other in silence, then he stretched himself and rose. "I say, have you slept?" he asked. "Till a minute ago ... Mr. Ledgard ... why did you stay?
"So one would think, but the rich and idle take taxis, and he seems to think he can in some way insure the welfare of his dog through the children and me." "And what about the old gentlemen? Do they join the party as well?" "Oh, dear no; no old gentlemen would dare to come within miles of us with that young man in charge of little Fay. He's like your Mr. Ledgard very protective."
He was in Guernsey with his people, and beyond a letter in which he directly accused Peter Ledgard of abducting Tony when his father was taking him to visit his grandparents, Jan had heard nothing. By Peter's advice she did not answer this letter. But they both knew that Hugo was only waiting to make some other and more unpleasant demonstration than the last.
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