What he said he saw, he saw. What motives have been at the back of
his miserable mind, I don't know. You say I can't recall
suspicious incidents. I can. I'll tell you one. I came across them
once--about a month before the thing happened--among the
greenhouses. I think we were having one of our tennis parties. I
heard her using angry words, and when I appeared her face was
flushed and there were tears in her eyes. She was taken aback for
a second and then she rushed up to me. 'I think he's perfectly
horrid. He says that Jingo--' pointing to the dog; you remember
Jingo the Sealingham--she was devoted to him--he died last year--
'He says that Jingo is a mongrel--a throw back.' Boyce said he
was only teasing her and made pretty apologies. I left it at that.
Hit a dog or a horse belonging to Althea, and you hit Althea. That
was her way. The incident went out of my mind till this morning.
Other incidents, too. One thinks pretty quick at times. Again,
this scoundrel hit me on the raw. Boyce never wrote to us. Sent us
through his mother a conventional word of condolence. Edith and I
were hurt. That was one of the things that made me speak so
angrily of him when he wouldn't come and dine with us.
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