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Meggie
smiled
.
"
Then
you
're
a
rarity
,
"
she
said
.
He
did
n't
broach
the
subject
again
,
nor
did
she
.
During
the
week
of
his
stay
he
behaved
like
any
other
guest
,
though
Meggie
had
a
feeling
he
was
trying
to
show
her
what
kind
of
man
he
was
.
How
much
her
brothers
liked
him
was
clear
;
from
the
moment
word
reached
the
paddocks
of
his
arrival
,
they
all
came
in
and
stayed
in
until
he
left
for
Germany
.
Fee
liked
him
,
too
;
her
eyes
had
deteriorated
to
the
point
where
she
could
no
longer
keep
the
books
,
but
she
was
far
from
senile
.
Mrs.
Smith
had
died
in
her
sleep
the
previous
winter
,
not
before
her
due
time
,
and
rather
than
inflict
a
new
housekeeper
on
Minnie
and
Cat
,
both
old
but
still
hale
,
Fee
had
passed
the
books
completely
to
Meggie
and
more
or
less
filled
Mrs.
Smith
's
place
herself
.
It
was
Fee
who
first
realized
Rainer
was
a
direct
link
with
that
part
of
Dane
's
life
no
one
on
Drogheda
had
ever
had
opportunity
to
share
,
so
she
asked
him
to
speak
of
it
.
He
obliged
gladly
,
having
quickly
noticed
that
none
of
the
Drogheda
people
were
at
all
reluctant
to
talk
of
Dane
,
and
derived
great
pleasure
from
listening
to
new
tales
about
him
.
Behind
her
mask
of
politeness
Meggie
could
n't
get
away
from
what
Rain
had
told
her
,
could
n't
stop
dwelling
on
the
choice
he
had
offered
her
.
She
had
long
since
given
up
hope
of
Justine
's
return
,
only
to
have
him
almost
guarantee
it
,
admit
too
that
Justine
would
be
happy
if
she
did
return
.
Also
,
for
one
other
thing
she
had
to
be
intensely
grateful
to
him
:
he
had
laid
the
ghost
of
her
fear
that
somehow
Justine
had
discovered
the
link
between
Dane
and
Ralph
.
As
for
marriage
to
Rain
,
Meggie
did
n't
see
what
she
could
do
to
push
Justine
where
apparently
she
had
no
desire
to
go
.
Or
was
it
that
she
did
n't
want
to
see
?
She
had
ended
in
liking
Rain
very
much
,
but
his
happiness
could
n't
possibly
matter
as
much
to
her
as
the
welfare
of
her
daughter
,
of
the
Drogheda
people
,
and
of
Drogheda
itself
.
The
crucial
question
was
,
how
vital
to
Justine
's
future
happiness
was
Rain
?
In
spite
of
his
contention
that
Justine
loved
him
,
Meggie
could
n't
remember
her
daughter
ever
saying
anything
which
might
indicate
that
Rain
held
the
same
sort
of
importance
for
her
as
Ralph
had
done
for
Meggie
.
"
I
presume
you
will
see
Justine
sooner
or
later
,
"
Meggie
said
to
Rain
when
she
drove
him
to
the
airport
.
"
When
you
do
,
I
'd
rather
you
did
n't
mention
this
visit
to
Drogheda
.
"
"
If
you
prefer
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
would
only
ask
you
to
think
about
what
I
've
said
,
and
take
your
time
.
"
But
even
as
he
made
his
request
,
he
could
n't
help
feeling
that
Meggie
had
reaped
far
more
benefit
from
his
visit
than
he
had
.
*
*
*
When
the
mid-April
came
that
was
two
and
a
half
years
after
Dane
's
death
,
Justine
experienced
an
overwhelming
desire
to
see
something
that
was
n't
rows
of
houses
,
too
many
sullen
people
.
Suddenly
on
this
beautiful
day
of
soft
spring
air
and
chilly
sun
,
urban
London
was
intolerable
.
