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was set, it was growing dark, and the first dinner-gong had
rung.
’It’s no good!’ said Clifford in a frenzy. ‘I’m going to send
out Field and Betts to find her.’
’Oh don’t do that!’ cried Mrs Bolton. ‘They’ll think there’s
a suicide or something. Oh don’t start a lot of talk going. Let
me slip over to the hut and see if she’s not there. I’ll find her
all right.’
So, after some persuasion, Clifford allowed her to go.
And so Connie had come upon her in the drive, alone
and palely loitering.
’You mustn’t mind me coming to look for you, my Lady!
But Sir Clifford worked himself up into such a state. He
made sure you were struck by lightning, or killed by a fall-
ing tree. And he was determined to send Field and Betts
to the wood to find the body. So I thought I’d better come,
rather than set all the servants agog.
She spoke nervously. She could still see on Connie’s face
the smoothness and the half-dream of passion, and she
could feel the irritation against herself.
’Quite!’ said Connie. And she could say no more.
The two women plodded on through the wet world, in
silence, while great drops splashed like explosions in the
wood. Ben they came to the park, Connie strode ahead, and
Mrs Bolton panted a little. She was getting plumper.
’How foolish of Clifford to make a fuss!’ said Connie at
length, angrily, really speaking to herself.
’Oh, you know what men are! They like working them-
selves up. But he’ll be all right as soon as he sees your

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