Загадочные события во Франчесе / The Franchise Affair

They would not again involve him further than that.

Ah, well, he thought, flinging himself down in his favourite chair by the wood fire in the sitting-room and opening the evening paper (printed that morning in London), when they came to the office on Friday he could do something to put the affair on a more personal basis. To wipe out the memory of that first unhappy refusal.

The quiet of the old house soothed him. Christina had been closeted in her room for two days, in prayer and meditation, and Aunt Lin was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

There was a gay letter from Lettice, his only sister, who had driven a truck for several years of a bloody war, fallen in love with a tall silent Canadian, and was now raising five blond brats in Saskatchewan. “Come out soon, Robin dear,” she finished, “before the brats grow up and before the moss grows right round you. You know how bad Aunt Lin is for you!” He could hear her saying it. She and Aunt Lin had never seen eye to eye.

He was smiling, relaxed and reminiscent, when both his quiet and his peace were shattered by the irruption of Nevil.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was like that!” Nevil demanded.

“Who?”

“The Sharpe woman! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t expect you would meet her,” Robert said. “All you had to do was drop the letter through the door.”

“There was nothing in the door to drop it through, so I rang, and they had just come back from wherever they were. Anyhow, she answered it.

”

“I thought she slept in the afternoons.”

“I don’t believe she ever sleeps. She doesn’t belong to the human family at all. She is all compact of fire and metal.”

“I know she’s a very rude old woman but you have to make allowances. She has had a very hard—”

“Old? Who are you talking about?”

“Old Mrs. Sharpe, of course.”

“I didn’t even see old Mrs. Sharpe. I’m talking about Marion.”

“Marion Sharpe? And how did you know her name was Marion?”

“She told me.

It does suit her, doesn’t it? She couldn’t be anything but Marion.”

“You seem to have become remarkably intimate for a doorstep acquaintance.”

“Oh, she gave me tea.”

“Tea! I thought you were in a desperate hurry to see a French film.”

“I’m never in a desperate hurry to do anything when a woman like Marion Sharpe invites me to tea. Have you noticed her eyes? But of course you have. You’re her lawyer.