'
'I didn't know,' said Camilla simply. 'How should I know a thing like
that?'
'I have no doubt that young Powitt is already free. And if he is--'
'You think that Mr. Ravengar's suicide may not have been a suicide?'
Hugo hesitated.
'Yes,' he said, and lapsed into reflection.
* * * * *
'I shall see you home,' he said.
'I am going to walk,' she replied. 'And I have to get my things from the
cloak-room.'
'I will walk with you,' he said.
'What style the woman has!' he thought, enraptured.
They proceeded southwards in silence. Then suddenly she asked how he had
left Mr. Darcy, and they began to talk about Darcy and Paris. Hugo
encouraged her. He wished to know the worst.
'Except my father,' she said, 'I have never met anyone with more sense
than Mr. Darcy, or anyone more kind. I might have been dead now if it
hadn't been for Mr. Darcy.'
'Mr. Darcy is a very decent fellow,' Hugo remarked experimentally.
She turned and gave him a look. No, it was not a look; it was the merest
fraction of a look, but it withered him up.
'She loves him!' he thought. 'And what's more, if she hadn't made up her
mind to marry him, she wouldn't be so precious easy and facile and
friendly with me.
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