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She
was
annoyed
to
find
the
doors
fastened
,
however
,
so
that
she
had
to
ring
.
Mrs
Bolton
opened
.
’
Why
there
you
are
,
your
Ladyship
!
I
was
beginning
to
wonder
if
you
’
d
gone
lost
!
’
she
said
a
little
roguishly
.
’
Sir
Clifford
hasn
’
t
asked
for
you
,
though
;
he
’
s
got
Mr
Linley
in
with
him
,
talking
over
something
.
It
looks
as
if
he
’
d
stay
to
dinner
,
doesn
’
t
it
,
my
Lady
?
’
’
It
does
rather
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Shall
I
put
dinner
back
a
quarter
of
an
hour
?
That
would
give
you
time
to
dress
in
comfort
.
’
’
Perhaps
you
’
d
better
.
’
Mr
Linley
was
the
general
manager
of
the
collieries
,
an
elderly
man
from
the
north
,
with
not
quite
enough
punch
to
suit
Clifford
;
not
up
to
post
-
war
conditions
,
nor
post
-
war
colliers
either
,
with
their
’
ca
’
canny
’
creed
.
But
Connie
liked
Mr
Linley
,
though
she
was
glad
to
be
spared
the
toadying
of
his
wife
.
Linley
stayed
to
dinner
,
and
Connie
was
the
hostess
men
liked
so
much
,
so
modest
,
yet
so
attentive
and
aware
,
with
big
,
wide
blue
eyes
and
a
soft
repose
that
sufficiently
hid
what
she
was
really
thinking
.
Connie
had
played
this
woman
so
much
,
it
was
almost
second
nature
to
her
;
but
still
,
decidedly
second
.
Yet
it
was
curious
how
everything
disappeared
from
her
consciousness
while
she
played
it
.
She
waited
patiently
till
she
could
go
upstairs
and
think
her
own
thoughts
.
She
was
always
waiting
,
it
seemed
to
be
her
forte
.
Once
in
her
room
,
however
,
she
felt
still
vague
and
confused
.
She
didn
’
t
know
what
to
think
.
What
sort
of
a
man
was
he
,
really
?
Did
he
really
like
her
?
Not
much
,
she
felt
.
Yet
he
was
kind
.
There
was
something
,
a
sort
of
warm
naive
kindness
,
curious
and
sudden
,
that
almost
opened
her
womb
to
him
.
But
she
felt
he
might
be
kind
like
that
to
any
woman
.
Though
even
so
,
it
was
curiously
soothing
,
comforting
.
And
he
was
a
passionate
man
,
wholesome
and
passionate
.
But
perhaps
he
wasn
’
t
quite
individual
enough
;
he
might
be
the
same
with
any
woman
as
he
had
been
with
her
.
It
really
wasn
’
t
personal
.
She
was
only
really
a
female
to
him
.
