he perceived, and in that instant Hester knew precisely why Damaris had remained in love with him.
She smiled back. "I will trade with you, Mr. Erskine," she offered. "I will tell you everything I know about the Crimea and Miss Nightingale if you will tell me about what you know of birds."
He laughed cheerfully. "What an excellent idea. But I assure you, I am simply an amateur."
"By far the best. I should wish to listen for love of it, not in order to become learned."
"Mr. Erskine is a lawyer, Miss Latterly," Felicia said with distinct chill. Then she turned to her son-in-law. "Did you see Alexandra?"
His expression did not alter, and Hester wondered briefly if he had avoided telling her this immediately because she had been so curt in cutting him off. It -would be a good-natured and yet effective way of asserting himself so she did not overrule him completely.
"Yes I did." He addressed no one in particular, and continued sipping his tea. "I saw her this morning. She is very distressed of course, but bearing it with courage and dignity." .
"I would expect that of any Carlyon," Felicia said rather sharply. "You do not need to tell me that. I beg your pardon, Miss Latterly, but this is a family matter which cannot interest you. I wish to know her affairs, Peverell. Is everything in order? Does she have what she requires? I imagine Thaddeus left everything tidy and well arranged?"
"Well enough.
Her eyebrows rose. "Well enough? What on earth do you mean?"
"I mean that I have taken care of the preliminaries, and so far there is nothing that cannot be satisfactorily dealt with, Mama-in-law."
"I shall require to know more than that, at a suitable time."
"Then you will have to ask Alexandra, because I cannot tell you," he said with a bland and totally uncommunicative smile.
"Don't be absurd! Of course you can." Her large blue eyes were hard. "You are her solicitor; you must be aware of everything there is."
"Certainly I am aware of it." Peverell set down his cup and looked at her more directly. "But for precisely that reason I cannot discuss her affairs with anyone else."
"He was my son, Peverell. Have you forgotten that?"
"Every man is someone's son, Mama-in-law," he said gently. "That does not invalidate his right to privacy, nor his widow's."
Felicia's face was white. Randolph retreated farther back into his chair, as if he had not heard. Damaris sat motionless. Edith watched them all.
But Peverell was not disconcerted. He had obviously foreseen both the question and his answer to it. Her reaction could not have surprised him.
"I am sure Alexandra will discuss with you everything that is of family concern," he went on as if nothing had happened.
"It is all of family concern, Peverell!" Felicia said with a tight, hard voice. "The police are involved. Ridiculous as that seems, someone in that wretched house killed Thad-deus. I assume it was Maxim Furnival. I never cared for him. I always thought he lacked self-control, in a finer sense. He paid far too much attention to Alexandra, and she had not the sense to discourage him! I sometimes thought he imagined himself in love with her - whatever that may mean to such a man."
"I never saw him do anything undignified or hasty," Damaris said quickly. "He was merely fond of her."
"Be quiet, Damaris," her mother ordered. "You do not know what you are talking about. I am referring to his nature, not his acts - until now, of course."
"We don't know that he has done anything now," Edith joined in reasonably.
"He married that Warburton woman; that was a lapse of taste and judgment if ever I saw one," Felicia snapped. " Emotional, uncontrolled."
"Louisa?" Edith asked, looking at Damaris, who nodded.
"Well?" Felicia turned to Peverell. "What are the police doing? When are they going to arrest him?"
"I have no idea."
Before she could respond the door opened and the butler came in looking extremely grave and not a little embarrassed, and carrying a note on a silver tray. He presented it not to Randolph but to Felicia. Possibly Randolph's eyesight was no longer good.
"Miss Alexandra's footman brought it, ma'am," he said very quietly.
"Indeed." She picked it up without speaking and read it through. The very last trace of color fled from her skin, leaving her rigid and waxy pale.
"There will be no reply," she said huskily. "You may go."
"Yes ma'am." He departed obediently, closing the door behind him.
"The police have arrested Alexandra for the murder of Thaddeus,"