She embraced Alicia, put a hand covered with rings on Dale’s arm, and said, looking up at Lisle,

“So this is the bride. Which of you do I congratulate?”

It was the voice which had said “A lucky accident for Dale.” It drawled, as if clogged with its own heavy sweetness.

For a moment Lisle was numb and dumb. And then, like an automaton, she was shaking hands and saying “How do you do?” Mrs. Mallam’s hand, plump and warm in a wash-leather glove, clung to hers, pressing it. Her voice drawled,

“I shall congratulate Dale.”

Her other hand was still on his arm. She turned to him.

“But I’m about six months too late. I expect you’ve heard it all hundreds of times.”

He smiled down at her.

“The more the merrier, Aimée. I know how lucky I am – I can’t hear about it too often.”

Aimée Mallam laughed.

“Oh, my dear, but you always were lucky. How do you do it? I wish I had the secret.”

Lunch went pleasantly enough, at least for Aimée Mallam. She and Dale did most of the talking. Alicia, not in the best of tempers, came darting in when it pleased her. She ate nothing but fruit.

“But, darling, you don’t have to slim, ” said Aimée Mallam.

Alicia’s eyes rested for a moment upon Aimée’s well filled plate. She said,

“My dear, when you have to it’s too late. I’m keeping my figure.”

Mrs. Mallam burst out laughing.

“I can’t be bothered about mine. If it wants to go back on me it must. I adore my food, and I don’t care who knows it.” She turned to Lisle. “You don’t know how disappointed I was to miss you at the Cranes’. I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard you were gone. You see, I didn’t get down there till nearly midnight on the Friday, because I dropped in on my cousin Lady Lowstock on the way, and she insisted on keeping me to dinner. Very naughty of her, and very naughty of me. Marian Crane was furious, but, as I said to her, ‘Pamela and I were cousins for about twenty years before you and I ever met, and she simply insisted.’ ” You’ve met the Lowstocks of course?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t.”

Mrs. Mallam looked shocked.

“Whatever has Dale been doing? He ought to have taken you all round and introduced you to everyone. Wanted to keep you all to himself, I suppose. But he must take you over to see Pamela Lowstock. She’s such a delightful creature – and a very old friend of Dale’s. In fact there was a time – but we mustn’t rake up old stories now, must we?”

Alicia’s light laugh rang out.

“But why not, Aimée? There’s no lie like an old one – no one can check up on it, for one thing.”

She got a rap on the arm and a slow, slanting smile.

“Always so amusing, darling.” She turned back to Lisle. “You shall take me round the garden, and I’ll tell you about all Dale’s old flames.”

This entertainment did not, however, come off. When lunch was over and coffee disposed of, Dale announced that he had a train to catch, and that Lisle was driving him and Alicia into Ledlington. There was no time to go round the garden.

If Mrs. Mallam was disappointed she did not show it. She turned an unruffled smile upon Lisle and asked if she might go upstairs with her.

“Just a few running repairs, my dear Dale.”

If he had intended to prevent a tête-à-tête, he was now hopelessly at a disadvantage. Alicia, who might have afforded him some support, merely raised a sarcastic eyebrow and vanished in the direction of her own room. Dale had perforce to see Lisle and Aimée go side-by-side up the black and white marble steps. As they came towards him again along the gallery overhead, their voices reached him – or rather Aimée’s voice:

“There isn’t any place quite like Tanfield.”

Mrs. Mallam repeated the remark as she sat powdering her nose in front of Lisle’s mirror. It stood at an angle to the light and reflected the whole room. In spite of three long windows the effect was one of gloom. An immense mahogany wardrobe filled nearly the whole of the opposite wall. Its dark sliding panels, its immense height and depth, gave it the air of a cliff dominating the landscape. It drank the light, and reflected none of it. Between the two doors there was a massive tallboy. The carpet, one of those durable Victorian carpets, was patterned in shades of brown and green, all sunk together now in a general murk. The curtains repeated the same colours in a deep-toned damask. Everything in the room had been very expensive a long time ago, and was now undergoing a dignified decay. Dignified and very gloomy.

Mrs. Mallam turned a well powdered nose upon her hostess.

“My dear, why don’t you do it all up? It’s a beautiful room, but you’re not your great-grandmother. Doesn’t it give you the pip, all this boiled beef and spinach?”

Lisle found herself jarred, and yet with an inward response. She was getting used to Mrs. Mallam’s voice. Now that she had heard it say so many other things, the effect of what it had said from behind the yew hedge was wearing off. She thought Mrs. Mallam ill-bred and tiresome, but she was glad she had come, because the very fact that she was so obviously just a vulgar mischief-maker deprived what she had said of any real value. She spoke quite pleasantly and easily now.

“It’s rather dark and old-fashioned. But don’t you think it suits the room? After all, Tanfield Court is old, you know, and I don’t think Dale would like to have anything changed.”

When Aimée Mallam laughed her lips did not part. They stretched in a thin slanting line and the laugh came gurgling out like water from a close-necked bottle. No, not water – treacle. Rafe’s word – and Rafe was right.

“Well, my dear, Dale’s made one change for the better anyhow. You didn’t know Lydia, I suppose? Oh, no – you couldn’t have. You wouldn’t have been more than ten or twelve years old when she – died.”

Lisle said, “I suppose not.” She wanted to say something that would change the subject, but nothing would come.

Aimée looked at her out of narrowed eyes and smiled her tilted smile.

“You know, it really was astounding that he should have married her. Of course she had money, but Dale might have married anyone. My cousin Pamela Lowstock was crazy about him. But you needn’t worry about her now, because she’s devoted to her Josiah. Lowstock’s Peerless Ales, you know. Pots and pots of money. And she hadn’t a bean, so it’s just as well Dale didn’t fall for her, because of course he simply had to marry money. I always say Tanfield is like one of those monsters they used to make offerings to.” She laughed her treacly laugh. “The virgin sacrifice, you know. Jerninghams have always married money – they’ve got to – and Tanfield just swallows it and asks for more.”

Something in Lisle was stirred to anger. Something else bowed a weeping head and said, “Yes, it’s true.”

She turned pale, but she forced her lips to smile. “That sounds rather creepy. Are you ready? Shall we go down?”