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Mum
did
n't
write
often
anymore
,
a
symptom
of
the
long
separation
which
affected
them
both
,
and
what
letters
there
were
were
stilted
,
anemic
.
This
was
different
,
it
contained
a
distant
mutter
of
old
age
,
an
underlying
weariness
which
poked
up
a
word
or
two
above
the
surface
inanities
like
an
iceberg
.
Justine
did
n't
like
it
.
Old
.
Mum
,
old
!
What
was
happening
on
Drogheda
?
Was
Mum
trying
to
conceal
some
serious
trouble
?
Was
Nanna
ill
?
One
of
the
Unks
?
God
forbid
,
Mum
herself
?
It
was
three
years
since
she
had
seen
any
of
them
,
and
a
lot
could
happen
in
three
years
,
even
if
it
was
n't
happening
to
Justine
O'Neill
.
Because
her
own
life
was
stagnant
and
dull
,
she
ought
not
to
assume
everyone
else
's
was
,
too
.
That
night
was
Justine
's
"
off
"
night
,
with
only
one
more
performance
of
Macbeth
to
go
.
The
daylight
hours
had
dragged
unbearably
,
and
even
the
thought
of
dinner
with
Rain
did
n't
carry
its
usual
anticipatory
pleasure
.
Their
friendship
was
useless
,
futile
,
static
,
she
told
herself
as
she
scrambled
into
a
dress
exactly
the
orange
he
hated
most
.
Conservative
old
fuddy-duddy
!
If
Rain
did
n't
like
her
the
way
she
was
,
he
could
lump
her
.
Then
,
fluffing
up
the
low
bodice
's
frills
around
her
meager
chest
,
she
caught
her
own
eyes
in
the
mirror
and
laughed
ruefully
.
Oh
,
what
a
tempest
in
a
teacup
!
She
was
acting
exactly
like
the
kind
of
female
she
most
despised
.
It
was
probably
very
simple
.
She
was
stale
,
she
needed
a
rest
.
Thank
God
for
the
end
of
Lady
M
!
But
what
was
the
matter
with
Mum
?
Lately
Rain
was
spending
more
and
more
time
in
London
,
and
Justine
marveled
at
the
ease
with
which
he
commuted
between
Bonn
and
England
.
No
doubt
having
a
private
plane
helped
,
but
it
had
to
be
exhausting
.
"
Why
do
you
come
to
see
me
so
often
?
"
she
asked
out
of
the
blue
.
"
Every
gossip
columnist
in
Europe
thinks
it
's
great
,
but
I
confess
I
sometimes
wonder
if
you
do
n't
simply
use
me
as
an
excuse
to
visit
London
.
"
"
It
's
true
that
I
use
you
as
a
blind
from
time
to
time
,
"
he
admitted
calmly
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
you
've
been
dust
in
certain
eyes
quite
a
lot
.
But
it
's
no
hardship
being
with
you
,
because
I
like
being
with
you
.
"
His
dark
eyes
dwelled
on
her
face
thoughtfully
.
"
You
're
very
quiet
tonight
,
Herzchen
.
Is
anything
worrying
you
?
"
"
No
,
not
really
.
"
She
toyed
with
her
dessert
and
pushed
it
aside
uneaten
.
"
At
least
,
only
a
silly
little
thing
.
Mum
and
I
do
n't
write
every
week
anymore
--
it
's
so
long
since
we
've
seen
each
other
there
's
nothing
much
to
say
--
but
today
I
had
such
a
strange
letter
from
her
.
Not
typical
at
all
.
"
His
heart
sank
;
Meggie
had
indeed
taken
her
time
thinking
about
it
,
but
instinct
told
him
this
was
the
commencement
of
her
move
,
and
that
it
was
not
in
his
favor
.
She
was
beginning
her
play
to
get
her
daughter
back
for
Drogheda
,
perpetuate
the
dynasty
.
He
reached
across
the
table
to
take
Justine
's
hand
;
she
was
looking
,
he
thought
,
more
beautiful
with
maturity
,
in
spite
of
that
ghastly
dress
.
Tiny
lines
were
beginning
to
give
her
ragamuffin
face
dignity
,
which
it
badly
needed
,
and
character
,
which
the
person
behind
had
always
owned
in
huge
quantities
.
But
how
deep
did
her
surface
maturity
go
?
That
was
the
whole
trouble
with
Justine
;
she
did
n't
even
want
to
look
.
