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’
What
do
you
think
?
’
she
said
,
turning
slowly
.
’
This
was
worn
by
my
mother
,
and
my
grandmother
,
and
her
mother
.
’
’
What
,
all
together
?
’
said
Cutwell
,
quite
prepared
to
believe
it
.
How
can
she
get
into
it
?
he
wondered
.
There
must
be
a
door
round
the
back
.
.
.
.
’
It
’
s
a
family
heirloom
.
It
’
s
got
real
diamonds
on
the
bodice
.
’
’
Which
bit
’
s
the
bodice
?
’
This
bit
.
’
Cutwell
shuddered
.
’
It
’
s
very
impressive
,
’
he
said
,
when
he
could
trust
himself
to
speak
.
’
You
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
perhaps
a
bit
mature
,
though
?
’
’
It
’
s
queenly
.
’
’
Yes
,
but
perhaps
it
won
’
t
allow
you
to
move
very
fast
?
’
’
I
have
no
intention
of
running
.
There
must
be
dignity
.
’
Once
again
the
set
of
her
jaw
traced
the
line
of
her
descent
all
the
way
to
her
conquering
ancestor
,
who
preferred
to
move
very
fast
at
all
times
and
knew
as
much
about
dignity
as
could
be
carried
on
the
point
of
a
sharp
spear
.
Cutwell
spread
his
hands
.
