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‘Oh, but please, you mustn’t!’ She tugged at the car’s side. ‘Wouldn’t you like some flowers or some orchids? We’ve really splendid orchids, and’–she clasped her hands–‘there are Japanese goldfish–real Japanese goldfish, with four tails. If you don’t care for ’em, perhaps your friends or somebody–oh, please!’

Harvey had recovered himself, and I realised that this woman beyond the decencies was fawning on me as the dog had fawned on her.

‘Certainly,’ I said, ashamed to meet her eye. ‘I’m lunching at Mittleham, but–‘

‘There’s plenty of time,’ she entreated. ‘What do you think of Harvey?’

‘He’s a queer beast,’ I said, getting out. ‘He does nothing but stare at me.’

‘Does he stare at you all the time he’s with you?’

‘Always. He’s doing it now. Look!’

We had halted. Harvey had sat down, and was staring from one to the other with a weaving motion of the head.

‘He’ll do that all day,’ I said. ‘What is it, Harvey?’

‘Yes, what is it, Harvey?’ she echoed. The dog’s throat twitched, his body stiffened and shook as though he were going to have a fit. Then he came back with a visible wrench to his unwinking watch.

‘Always so?’ she whispered.

‘Always,’ I replied, and told her something of his life with me. She nodded once or twice, and in the end led me into the house.

There were unaging pitch-pine doors of Gothic design in it; there were inlaid marble mantel-pieces and cut-steel fenders; there were stupendous wall-papers, and octagonal, medallioned Wedgwood what-nots, and black-and-gilt Austrian images holding candelabra, with every other refinement that Art had achieved or wealth had bought between 1851 and 1878. And everything reeked of varnish.

‘Now!’ she opened a baize door, and pointed down a long corridor flanked with more Gothic doors. ‘This was where we used to–to patch ’em up. You’ve heard of us. Mrs. Godfrey told you in the garden the day I got Harvey given me. I’–she drew in her breath–‘I live here by myself, and I have a very large income. Come back, Harvey.’

He had tiptoed down the corridor, as rigid as ever, and was sitting outside one of the shut doors. ‘Look here!’ she said, and planted herself squarely in front of me. ‘I tell you this because you–you’ve patched up Harvey, too. Now, I want you to remember that my name is Moira. Mother calls me Marjorie because it’s more refined; but my real name is Moira, and I am in my thirty-fourth year.’

‘Very good,’ I said. ‘I’ll remember all that.’

‘Thank you.’ Then with a sudden swoop into the humility of an abashed boy–”Sorry if I haven’t said the proper things. You see–there’s Harvey looking at us again. Oh, I want to say–if ever you want anything in the way of orchids or goldfish or–or anything else that would be useful to you, you’ve only to come to me for it. Under the will I’m perfectly independent, and we’re a long-lived family, worse luck!’ She looked at me, and her face worked like glass behind driven flame. ‘I may reasonably expect to live another fifty years,’ she said.

‘Thank you, Miss Sichliffe,’ I replied. ‘If I want anything, you may be sure I’ll come to you for it.’ She nodded. ‘Now I must get over to Mittleham,’ I said.

‘Mr. Attley will ask you all about this.’ For the first time she laughed aloud. ‘I’m afraid I frightened him nearly out of the county. I didn’t think, of course. But I dare say he knows by this time he was wrong. Say good-bye to Harvey.’

‘Good-bye, old man,’ I said. ‘Give me a farewell stare, so we shall know each other when we meet again.’

The dog looked up, then moved slowly toward me, and stood, head bowed to the floor, shaking in every muscle as I patted him; and when I turned, I saw him crawl back to her feet.

That was not a good preparation for the rampant boy-and-girl-dominated lunch at Mittleham, which, as usual, I found in possession of everybody except the owner.