. . "
"Doubtless . . . " I began to ponder.
"I was very certain of my conclusions at the time," Marlow went on
impatiently. "But don't think for a moment that Mrs. Fyne in her new
attitude and toying thoughtfully with a teaspoon was about to surrender.
She murmured:
"It's the last thing I should have thought could happen."
"You didn't suppose they were romantic enough," I suggested dryly.
She let it pass and with great decision but as if speaking to herself,
"Roderick really must be warned."
She didn't give me the time to ask of what precisely. She raised her
head and addressed me.
"I am surprised and grieved more than I can tell you at Mr. Fyne's
resistance. We have been always completely at one on every question. And
that we should differ now on a point touching my brother so closely is a
most painful surprise to me." Her hand rattled the teaspoon brusquely by
an involuntary movement. "It is intolerable," she added
tempestuously--for Mrs. Fyne that is. I suppose she had nerves of her
own like any other woman.
Under the porch where Fyne had sought refuge with the dog there was
silence.
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