I took it for a proof of deep sagacity. I don't mean on the
part of the dog. He was a confirmed fool.
I said:
"You want absolutely to interfere . . . ?" Mrs. Fyne nodded just
perceptibly . . . "Well--for my part . . . but I don't really know how
matters stand at the present time. You have had a letter from Miss de
Barral. What does that letter say?"
"She asks for her valise to be sent to her town address," Mrs. Fyne
uttered reluctantly and stopped. I waited a bit--then exploded.
"Well! What's the matter? Where's the difficulty? Does your husband
object to that? You don't mean to say that he wants you to appropriate
the girl's clothes?"
"Mr. Marlow!"
"Well, but you talk of a painful difference of opinion with your husband,
and then, when I ask for information on the point, you bring out a
valise. And only a few moments ago you reproached me for not being
serious. I wonder who is the serious person of us two now."
She smiled faintly and in a friendly tone, from which I concluded at once
that she did not mean to show me the girl's letter, she said that
undoubtedly the letter disclosed an understanding between Captain Anthony
and Flora de Barral.
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