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Then
there
’
s
the
Duchess
—
about
the
school
fête
.
”
There
was
the
murmur
of
a
man
’
s
voice
,
and
then
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
rose
in
reply
:
“
Yes
,
certainly
.
After
tea
will
do
quite
well
.
You
are
so
thoughtful
,
Alfred
dear
.
”
The
French
window
swung
open
a
little
wider
,
and
a
handsome
white
-
haired
old
lady
,
with
a
somewhat
masterful
cast
of
features
,
stepped
out
of
it
on
to
the
lawn
.
A
man
followed
her
,
a
suggestion
of
deference
in
his
manner
.
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
greeted
me
with
effusion
.
“
Why
,
if
it
isn
’
t
too
delightful
to
see
you
again
,
Mr
.
Hastings
,
after
all
these
years
.
Alfred
,
darling
,
Mr
.
Hastings
—
my
husband
.
”
I
looked
with
some
curiosity
at
“
Alfred
darling
”
.
He
certainly
struck
a
rather
alien
note
.
I
did
not
wonder
at
John
objecting
to
his
beard
.
It
was
one
of
the
longest
and
blackest
I
have
ever
seen
.
He
wore
gold
-
rimmed
pince
-
nez
,
and
had
a
curious
impassivity
of
feature
.
It
struck
me
that
he
might
look
natural
on
a
stage
,
but
was
strangely
out
of
place
in
real
life
.
His
voice
was
rather
deep
and
unctuous
.
He
placed
a
wooden
hand
in
mine
and
said
:
“
This
is
a
pleasure
,
Mr
.
Hastings
.
”
Then
,
turning
to
his
wife
:
“
Emily
dearest
,
I
think
that
cushion
is
a
little
damp
.
”
She
beamed
fondly
on
him
,
as
he
substituted
another
with
every
demonstration
of
the
tenderest
care
.
Strange
infatuation
of
an
otherwise
sensible
woman
!
With
the
presence
of
Mr
.
Inglethorp
,
a
sense
of
constraint
and
veiled
hostility
seemed
to
settle
down
upon
the
company
.
Miss
Howard
,
in
particular
,
took
no
pains
to
conceal
her
feelings
.
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
,
however
,
seemed
to
notice
nothing
unusual
.
