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"You haven't quarrelled with her?"
"How COULD we? Think of all we owe her. At the time of our
marriage, and for months before, she did everything for us: I
don't know how we should have managed without her. But since then
she has never been near us and has given us rather markedly little
encouragement to keep up relations with her."
I was struck with this, though of course I admit I am struck with
all sorts of things. "Well," I said after a moment, "even if I
could imagine a reason for that attitude it wouldn't explain why
she shouldn't have taken account of my natural interest."
"Just so." Dawling's face was a windowless wall. He could
contribute nothing to the mystery and, quitting him, I carried it
away. It was not till I went down to ace Mrs. Meldrum that was
really dispelled. She didn't want to hear of them or to talk of
them, not a bit, and it was just in the same spirit that she hadn't
wanted to write of them. She had done everything in the world for
them, but now, thank heaven, the hard business was over. After I
had taken this in, which I was quick to do, we quite avoided the
subject. She simply couldn't bear it.