He looked again at Susan, calmly and radiantly triumphant.
"You"ve got the true Abernethie touch," he sid. "The only one of the family who has. Pity as far as old Richard was concerned that you"re a woman. If you"d been a boy, I bet he"d have left you the whole caboodle." Susan said slowly: "Yes, I think he would."
She paused and then went on: "He didn"t like Greg, you know..."
"Ah." George raised his eyebrows. "His mistake." "Yes."
"Oh, well. An,,yvay, things are going well now--all going according to plan. "
As he said the words he was struck by the fact that they seemed particularly applicable to Susan.
The idea made him, just for a moment, a shade uncomfortable.
He didn"t really like a woman who was so cold-bloodedly efficient.
Changing the subject he said: "By the way, did you get a letter from Helen ? About Enderby ?"
"Yes, I did. This morning. Did you ?"
"Yes. What are you going to do about it ?"
"Greg and I thought of going up the week-end after next --if that suits everyone else.
Helen seemed to want us all together."
George laughed shrewdly.
"Or somebody might choose a more valuable piece of furniture than somebody else ?"
Susan laughed.
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tion for probate will be much lower than the things would be in the open market. And besides, I"d quite like to have a few relics of the founder of the family fortunes. Then I think it would be amusing to have one or two really absurd and charming specimens of the Victorian age in this place. Make a kind of thing of them! That period"s coming in now.
There was a green malachite table in the drawing-room.
You could build quite a colour scheme around it. And perhaps a case of stuffed humming birds---or one of those crowns made of waxed flowers. Something like that--just as a key-note--can be very effective." "I trust your judgment." "You"ll be there, I suppose ?"
"Oh, I shall be there--to see fair play if nothing else."
Susan laughed.
"What do you bet there will be a grand family row ? "she asked.
"Rosamund will probably want your green malachite table for a stage set I"
Susan did not laugh. Instead she frowned.
"Have you seen Rosamund lately ?"
"I have not seen beautiful Cousin Rosamund since we all came back third-cla.s.s from the funeral."
"I"ve seen her once or twice... She--she seemed rather odd--"
"What was the matter with her ? Trying to think ?" "No. She seemed---well--upset."
"Upset about coming into a lot of money and being able to put on some perfectly frightful play in which Michael can make an a.s.s of himself ?"
"Oh, that"s going ahead and it does sound frightful--but all the same, it may be a success. Michael"s good, you know. He can put himself across the footlights--or whatever the term is. He"s not like Rosamund, who"s just beautiful and ham."
"Poor beautiful ham Rosamund."
"All the same Rosamund is not quite so dumb as one might think. She says things that are quite shrewd, sometimes.
Things that you wouldn"t have imagined she"d even noticed.
It"s--it"s quite disconcerting."
"Quite like our Aunt Cora "
"Yes..."
A momentary uneasiness descended on them both--conjured up it seemed, by the mention of Cora Lansquenet.
Then George said with a rather elaborate air of unconcern: 13o
"Talking of Cora--what about that companion woman of
hers ? I rather think something ought to be done about her."
"Done about her ? What do you mean ?"
"Well, it"s up to the family, so to speak. I mean I"ve
been thinking Cora was our Aunt--and it occurred to me that
this woman mayn"t find it easy to get another post."
"That occurred to you, did it ?"
"Yes. People are so careful of their skins. I don"t say
they"d actually think that this Gilchrist female would take
a hatchet to them--but at the back of their minds they"d feel
that it might be unlucky. People are superst.i.tious."
"How odd that you should have thought of all that,
George ? How would you know about things like that ?"
George said dryly:
"You forget that I"m a lawyer. I see a lot of the queer,
illogical side of people. What I"m getting at is, that I think we might do something about the woman, give her a small
allowance or something, to tide her over, or find some office
post for her if she"s capable of that sort of thing. I feel rather
as though we ought to keep in touch with her."
"You needn"t worry," said Susan. Her voice was dry and
ironic. "I"ve seen to things.
She"s gon, to Timothy and
Maude."
George looked startled.
"I say, Susan is that wise ?"
"It was the best thing I could think of--at the moment."
George looked at her curiously.
"You"re very sure of yourself, aren"t you, Susan ? You know what you"re doing and you don"t have--regrets."
Susan said lightly:
"It"s a waste of time--having regrets."