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She
had
to
make
up
her
mind
what
to
do
.
She
would
leave
Venice
on
the
Saturday
that
he
was
leaving
Wragby
:
in
six
days
’
time
.
This
would
bring
her
to
London
on
the
Monday
following
,
and
she
would
then
see
him
.
She
wrote
to
him
to
the
London
address
,
asking
him
to
send
her
a
letter
to
Hartland
’
s
hotel
,
and
to
call
for
her
on
the
Monday
evening
at
seven
.
Inside
herself
she
was
curiously
and
complicatedly
angry
,
and
all
her
responses
were
numb
.
She
refused
to
confide
even
in
Hilda
,
and
Hilda
,
offended
by
her
steady
silence
,
had
become
rather
intimate
with
a
Dutch
woman
.
Connie
hated
these
rather
stifling
intimacies
between
women
,
intimacy
into
which
Hilda
always
entered
ponderously
.
Sir
Malcolm
decided
to
travel
with
Connie
,
and
Duncan
could
come
on
with
Hilda
.
The
old
artist
always
did
himself
well
:
he
took
berths
on
the
Orient
Express
,
in
spite
of
Connie
’
s
dislike
of
trains
de
luxe
,
the
atmosphere
of
vulgar
depravity
there
is
aboard
them
nowadays
.
However
,
it
would
make
the
journey
to
Paris
shorter
.
Sir
Malcolm
was
always
uneasy
going
back
to
his
wife
.
It
was
habit
carried
over
from
the
first
wife
.
But
there
would
be
a
house
-
party
for
the
grouse
,
and
he
wanted
to
be
well
ahead
.
Connie
,
sunburnt
and
handsome
,
sat
in
silence
,
forgetting
all
about
the
landscape
.
’
A
little
dull
for
you
,
going
back
to
Wragby
,
’
said
her
father
,
noticing
her
glumness
.
’
I
’
m
not
sure
I
shall
go
back
to
Wragby
,
’
she
said
,
with
startling
abruptness
,
looking
into
his
eyes
with
her
big
blue
eyes
.
His
big
blue
eyes
took
on
the
frightened
look
of
a
man
whose
social
conscience
is
not
quite
clear
.
’
You
mean
you
’
ll
stay
on
in
Paris
a
while
?
’
’
No
!
I
mean
never
go
back
to
Wragby
.
’
He
was
bothered
by
his
own
little
problems
,
and
sincerely
hoped
he
was
getting
none
of
hers
to
shoulder
.
’
How
’
s
that
,
all
at
once
?
’
he
asked
.
