“Has Mr. de Winter been in?” I said.
“Yes, Madam,” said Robert; “he came in just after two, and had a quick lunch, and then went out again. He asked for you and Frith said he thought you must have gone down to see the ship.”
“Did he say when he would be back again?” I asked.
“No, Madam.”
“Perhaps he went to the beach another way,” I said; “I may have missed him.”
“Yes, Madam,” said Robert.
I looked at the cold meat and the salad. I felt empty but not hungry. I did not want cold meat now. “Will you be taking lunch?” said Robert.
“No,” I said, “No, you might bring me some tea, Robert, in the library. Nothing like cakes or scones. Just tea and bread and butter.”
“Yes, Madam.”
I went and sat on the window seat in the library. It seemed funny without Jasper. He must have gone with Maxim. The old dog lay asleep in her basket. I picked up The Times and turned the pages without reading it. It was queer this feeling of marking time, like sitting in a waiting room at a dentist’s. I knew I should never settle to my knitting or to a book. I was waiting for something to happen, something unforeseen. The horror of my morning and the stranded ship and not having any lunch had all combined to give birth to a latent sense of excitement at the back of my mind that I did not understand. It was as though I had entered into a new phase of my life and nothing would be quite the same again. The girl who had dressed for the fancy dress ball the night before had been left behind. It had all happened a very long time ago. This self who sat on the window seat was new, was different… Robert brought in my tea, and I ate my bread and butter hungrily. He had brought scones as well, and some sandwiches, and an angel cake. He must have thought it derogatory to bring bread and butter alone, nor was it Manderley routine. I was glad of the scones and the angel cake. I remembered I had only had cold tea at half past eleven, and no breakfast. Just after I had drunk my third cup Robert came in again.
“Mr. de Winter is not back yet is he, Madam?” he said.
“No,” I said. “Why? Does someone want him?”
“Yes, Madam,” said Robert, “it’s Captain Searle, the harbormaster of Kerrith, on the telephone. He wants to know if he can come up and see Mr. de Winter personally.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said. “He may not be back for ages.”
“No, Madam.”
“You’d better tell him to ring again at five o’clock,” I said. Robert went out of the room and came back again in a few minutes.
“Captain Searle would like to see you, if it would be convenient, Madam,” said Robert. “He says the matter is rather urgent. He tried to get Mr. Crawley, but there was no reply.”
“Yes, of course I must see him if it’s urgent,” I said. “Tell him to come along at once if he likes. Has he got a car?”
“Yes, I believe so, Madam.”
Robert went out of the room. I wondered what I should say to Captain Searle. His business must be something to do with the stranded ship. I could not understand what concern it was of Maxim’s. It would have been different if the ship had gone ashore in the cove. That was Manderley property. They might have to ask Maxim’s permission to blast away rocks or whatever it was that was done to move a ship. But the open bay and the ledge of rock under the water did not belong to Maxim. Captain Searle would waste his time talking to me about it all.
He must have got into his car right away after talking to Robert because in less than quarter of an hour he was shown into the room.
He was still in his uniform as I had seen him through the glasses in the early afternoon. I got up from the window seat and shook hands with him. “I’m sorry my husband isn’t back yet, Captain Searle,” I said; “he must have gone down to the cliffs again, and he went into Kerrith before that. I haven’t seen him all day.”
“Yes, I heard he’d been to Kerrith but I missed him there,” said the harbormaster. “He must have walked back across the cliffs when I was in my boat. And I can’t get hold of Mr. Crawley either.”
“I’m afraid the ship has disorganized everybody,” I said. “I was out on the cliffs and went without my lunch, and I know Mr. Crawley was there earlier on. What will happen to her? Will tugs get her off, do you think?”
Captain Searle made a great circle with his hands. “There’s a hole that deep in her bottom,” he said, “she’ll not see Hamburg again. Never mind the ship. Her owner and Lloyd’s agent will settle that between them. No, Mrs. de Winter, it’s not the ship that’s brought me here. Indirectly of course she’s the cause of my coming. The fact is, I’ve got some news for Mr. de Winter, and I hardly know how to break it to him.” He looked at me very straight with his bright blue eyes.