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She
sat
down
,
glanced
searchingly
at
Miss
Baker
and
then
at
me
,
and
continued
:
"
I
looked
outdoors
for
a
minute
,
and
it
's
very
romantic
outdoors
.
There
's
a
bird
on
the
lawn
that
I
think
must
be
a
nightingale
come
over
on
the
Cunard
or
White
Star
Line
.
He
's
singing
away
--
--
"
Her
voice
sang
:
"
It
's
romantic
,
is
n't
it
,
Tom
?
"
"
Very
romantic
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
miserably
to
me
:
"
If
it
's
light
enough
after
dinner
,
I
want
to
take
you
down
to
the
stables
.
"
The
telephone
rang
inside
,
startlingly
,
and
as
Daisy
shook
her
head
decisively
at
Tom
the
subject
of
the
stables
,
in
fact
all
subjects
,
vanished
into
air
.
Among
the
broken
fragments
of
the
last
five
minutes
at
table
I
remember
the
candles
being
lit
again
,
pointlessly
,
and
I
was
conscious
of
wanting
to
look
squarely
at
every
one
,
and
yet
to
avoid
all
eyes
.
I
could
n't
guess
what
Daisy
and
Tom
were
thinking
,
but
I
doubt
if
even
Miss
Baker
,
who
seemed
to
have
mastered
a
certain
hardy
scepticism
,
was
able
utterly
to
put
this
fifth
guest
's
shrill
metallic
urgency
out
of
mind
.
To
a
certain
temperament
the
situation
might
have
seemed
intriguing
--
my
own
instinct
was
to
telephone
immediately
for
the
police
.
The
horses
,
needless
to
say
,
were
not
mentioned
again
.
Tom
and
Miss
Baker
,
with
several
feet
of
twilight
between
them
,
strolled
back
into
the
library
,
as
if
to
a
vigil
beside
a
perfectly
tangible
body
,
while
,
trying
to
look
pleasantly
interested
and
a
little
deaf
,
I
followed
Daisy
around
a
chain
of
connecting
verandas
to
the
porch
in
front
.
In
its
deep
gloom
we
sat
down
side
by
side
on
a
wicker
settee
.
Daisy
took
her
face
in
her
hands
as
if
feeling
its
lovely
shape
,
and
her
eyes
moved
gradually
out
into
the
velvet
dusk
.
I
saw
that
turbulent
emotions
possessed
her
,
so
I
asked
what
I
thought
would
be
some
sedative
questions
about
her
little
girl
.
"
We
do
n't
know
each
other
very
well
,
Nick
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
"
Even
if
we
are
cousins
.
You
did
n't
come
to
my
wedding
.
"
"
I
was
n't
back
from
the
war
.
"
"
That
's
true
.
"
She
hesitated
.
"
Well
,
I
've
had
a
very
bad
time
,
Nick
,
and
I
'm
pretty
cynical
about
everything
.
"
Evidently
she
had
reason
to
be
.
I
waited
but
she
did
n't
say
any
more
,
and
after
a
moment
I
returned
rather
feebly
to
the
subject
of
her
daughter
.
