CHAPTER XXVIII
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ghtsomeonehadgotin,”saidHenry.
“AtthesametimeItoldthemanthatwecoulddonothingforhim.Idon’tknowaboutlater,butnowtheBastsmustclearlygo.”
“Didyousaythatyoursisterissleepinghere,afterall?”
“Probably.”
“Isshetobeshownuptoyourroom?”
“IhavenaturallynothingtosaytoherIamgoingtobed.WillyoutelltheservantsaboutHelen?Couldsomeonegotocarryherbag?”
Hetappedalittlegong,whichhadbeenboughttosummontheservants.
“Youmustmakemorenoisethanthatifyouwantthemtohear.”
Henryopenedadoor,anddownthecorridorcameshoutsoflaughter.“Fartoomuchscreamingthere,”hesaid,andstrodetowardsit.Margaretwentupstairs,uncertainwhethertobegladthattheyhadmet,orsorry.Theyhadbehavedasifnothinghadhappened,andherdeepestinstinctstoldherthatthiswaswrong.Forhisownsake,someexplanationwasdue.
Andyet—whatcouldanexplanationtellher?Adate,aplace,afewdetails,whichshecouldimaginealltooclearly.Nowthatthefirstshockwasover,shesawthattherewaseveryreasontopremiseaMrs.Bast.Henry’sinnerlifehadlonglaidopentoher—hisintellectualconfusion,hisobtusenesstopersonalinfluence,hisstrongbutfurtivepassions.Shouldsherefusehimbecausehisouterlifecorresponded?Perhaps.Perhaps,ifthedishonourhad
