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thedelicatesarcasmthatneverhadanyeffectonhis
neighbour.
“Itcan’tpossiblydothat,”saidMrs.Quantock.
“NeitherLucianorPepinohaveseteyesonhisauntfor
years,norspokenofher.LasttimePepinowenttosee
hershebithim.Slingforaweekafterwards,don’tyou
remember,andhewasterrifiedofblood-poisoning.
Howcanherdeathbeablow,andasforherbeing
spared–”
Mrs.Quantocksuddenlybrokeoff,rememberingthat
deVerewasstillstandingthereanddrinkingitallin.
“That’sall,deVere,”shesaid.
“Thankyou,ma’am,”saiddeVere,stridingback
towardsthehouse.Shehadhigh-heeledshoeson,and
eachtimesheliftedherfoot,theheelwhichhadbeen
embeddedbyherweightinthesoftlawncameoutwith
thesoundofacorkbeingdrawn.ThenDaisycame
closertothefence,withthelightofinductive
reasoning,whichwasmuchcultivatedatRiseholme,
veilingthefuryofhereye.
“Georgie,I’vegotit,”shesaid.“I’veguessedwhat
itmeans.”
NowthoughGeorgiewasdevotedtohisLucia,
hewasjustasdevotedtoinductivereasoning,and
DaisyQuantockwas,withtheexceptionofhimself,far
themostpowerfullogicianintheplace.
“Whatisit,then?”heasked.
“Stupidofmenottohavethoughtofitatonce,”said
Daisy.“Why,don’tyousee?PepinoisAuntie’sheir,for
shewasunmarried,andhe’stheonlynephew,and
probablyhehasbeenleftpilesandpiles.Sonaturally
theysayit’saterribleblow.Wouldn’tdotobeexultant.
Theymustsayit’saterribleblow,toshowtheydon’t
careaboutthemoney.Themorethey’releft,the
sadderitis.Sonatural.Iblamemyselffornothaving
thoughtofitatonce.Haveyouseenhersince?”
“Notforaquiettalk,”saidGeorgie.“Pepinowas
there,andamanwho,Ithink,wasPepino’slawyer.
Hewasfrightfullydeferential.”
