A moment after I heard the click of the gate-latch and then
in an ecstasy of barking from his demonstrative dog his serious head went
past my window on the other side of the hedge, its troubled gaze fixed
forward, and the mind inside obviously employed in earnest speculation of
an intricate nature. One at least of his wife's girl-friends had become
more than a mere shadow for him. I surmised however that it was not of
the girl-friend but of his wife that Fyne was thinking. He was an
excellent husband.
I prepared myself for the afternoon's hospitalities, calling in the
farmer's wife and reviewing with her the resources of the house and the
village. She was a helpful woman. But the resources of my sagacity I
did not review. Except in the gross material sense of the afternoon tea
I made no preparations for Mrs. Fyne.
It was impossible for me to make any such preparations. I could not tell
what sort of sustenance she would look for from my sagacity. And as to
taking stock of the wares of my mind no one I imagine is anxious to do
that sort of thing if it can be avoided.
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