It was a relief to
feel that at least she had an excuse for not doing so while her
guests were in the house.
Mrs. Norbury recognized at once that Antony was likely to be the
more sympathetic listener; and when tea was over, and Bill and
Angela had been dispatched to the garden with the promptness and
efficiency of the expert, dear Mr. Gillingham found himself on
the sofa beside her, listening to many things which were of even
greater interest to him than she could possibly have hoped.
"It is terrible, terrible," she said. "And to suggest that dear
Mr. Ablett--"
Antony made suitable noises.
"You've seen Mr. Ablett for yourself. A kinder, more warmhearted
man--"
Antony explained that he had not seen Mr. Ablett.
"Of course, yes, I was forgetting. But, believe me, Mr.
Gillingham, you can trust a woman's intuition in these matters."
Antony said that he was sure of this.
"Think of my feelings as a mother."
Antony was thinking of Miss Norbury's feelings as a daughter, and
wondering if she guessed that her affairs were now being
discussed with a stranger.
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