Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Villages -- England -- Fiction
Her eyes were so large and scornful and her voice held so satirical an
intonation that I interposed.
“Claire’s young cousins are very anxious to get up some theatricals and
to take advantage of having that young fellow here--Patch--to do some
writing for them. They’re working up something musical.”
“Delightful, indeed,” said Lady Annabel in a severe and melancholy
voice. “And is there much musical talent hereabouts?”
“Sallie Ambrey sings rather nicely, and Mrs. Fazackerly is really
musical--she is adapting Captain Patch’s libretto--and then there are
one or two others.”
“Let me warn you--” began Lady Annabel.
She suddenly glanced to the right and to the left of our not very large
drawing-room as though we might be suspected of having concealed one of
the servants behind a bookcase.
Then she sank her always low voice to a pitch that was all but a
whisper and most impressive.
“You understand that I am speaking in the utmost confidence? It must
never go beyond the walls of this room”--we all three instinctively
gazed with deep distrust at the walls--“I’m not thinking of myself,
but of what it might do for the Rector if it got round that I had said
anything about one of his people--you understand what I mean--in the
Rector’s position--”
Of course I said at once that I quite understood what she meant,
although one couldn’t help feeling that this was one of the moments
when Lady Annabel was perhaps confusing the Rector with “H. E.,” the
late Sir Hannabuss Tallboys. (We have all learned to think of him as
“H. E.”)
Claire did not join in my protestations. I judged from her expression
that she was, once more, living upon the edge of a volcano.
“Absolutely between ourselves, I should very strongly advise you not to
let anyone suggest that the young woman whom I most mistakenly allowed
to sing at the concert the other night--Mrs. Harter--should be asked to
perform. I should think it most inadvisable.”
“May I ask why?”
Lady Annabel looked distressed.
“You do understand that I am speaking entirely unofficially?”
Not only did we understand, but, personally, I really did not see how
she could speak in any other way.
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