Then directly after we got home
to the Riviera his illness began--"
She dwelt on the long days of dumbness, and her constant sense that he
wished--in vain--to communicate something to her.
"He wanted something--and I could not give it him--could not even tell
what it was. It was misery! One day he managed to write: 'If you are in
trouble, go to Riley & Bonner--ask them.' They were his solicitors, whom
he had depended on from his boyhood. But since his death I have never
wanted anything from them but a little help in business. They have been
very good; but--I could not go and question them. If there was anything
to know--papa had not been able to tell me--I did not want anybody
else--to--"
Her voice dropped. Only half an hour since the flowering of life! What a
change in both! She was pacing along slowly, her head thrown back; the
oval of her face white among her furs, under the ghostly touch of the
moonlight; a suggestion of something austere--finely remote--in her
attitude and movement. His eyes were on the ground, his shoulders bent;
she could not see his face.
"We must try and unravel it--together," he said, at last, with an
effort.
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