“Jasper wants exercise,” said Beatrice, stirring the dog with her foot; “he’s getting much too fat, and he’s barely two years old. What do you feed him on, Maxim?”
“My dear Beatrice, he has exactly the same routine as your dogs,” said Maxim. “Don’t show off and make out you know more about animals than I do.”
“Dear old boy, how can you pretend to know what Jasper has been fed on when you’ve been away for a couple of months? Don’t tell me Frith walks to the lodge gates with him twice a day. This dog hasn’t had a run for weeks. I can tell by the condition of his coat.”
“I’d rather he looked colossal than half-starved like that halfwit dog of yours,” said Maxim.
“Not a very intelligent remark when Lion won two firsts at Cruft’s last February,” said Beatrice.
The atmosphere was becoming rather strained again, I could tell by the narrow lines of Maxim’s mouth, and I wondered if brothers and sisters always sparred like this, making it uncomfortable for those who listened. I wished that Frith would come in and announce lunch. Or would we be summoned by a booming gong? I did not know what happened at Manderley.
“How far away from us are you?” I asked, sitting down by Beatrice; “did you have to make a very early start?”
“We’re fifty miles away, my dear, in the next county, the other side of Trowchester. The hunting is so much better with us. You must come over and stay, when Maxim can spare you. Giles will mount you.”
“I’m afraid I don’t hunt,” I confessed. “I learned to ride, as a child, but very feebly; I don’t remember much about it.”
“You must take it up again,” she said. “You can’t possibly live in the country and not ride: you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Maxim says you paint. That’s very nice, of course, but there’s no exercise in it, is there? All very well on a wet day when there’s nothing better to do.”
“My dear Beatrice, we are not all such fresh-air fiends as you,” said Maxim.
“I wasn’t talking to you, old boy. We all know you are perfectly happy slopping about the Manderley gardens and never breaking out of a slow walk.”
“I’m very fond of walking too,” I said swiftly. “I’m sure I shall never get tired of rambling about Manderley. And I can bathe too, when it’s warmer.”
“My dear, you are an optimist,” said Beatrice. “I can hardly ever remember bathing here. The water is far too cold, and the beach is shingle.”
“I don’t mind that,” I said. “I love bathing. As long as the currents are not too strong. Is the bathing safe in the bay?”
Nobody answered, and I realized suddenly what I had said. My heart thumped, and I felt my cheeks go flaming red. I bent down to stroke Jasper’s ear, in an agony of confusion. “Jasper could do with a swim, and get some of that fat off,” said Beatrice, breaking the pause, “but he’d find it a bit too much for him in the bay, wouldn’t you, Jasper? Good old Jasper. Nice old man.” We patted the dog together, not looking at one another.
“I say, I’m getting infernally hungry. What on earth is happening to lunch?” said Maxim.
“It’s only just on one now,” said Mr. Crawley, “according to the clock on the mantelpiece.”
“That clock was always fast,” said Beatrice.
“It’s kept perfect time now for months,” said Maxim.
At that moment the door opened and Frith announced that luncheon was served.
“I say, I must have a wash,” said Giles, looking at his hands.
We all got up and wandered through the drawing room to the hall in great relief, Beatrice and I a little ahead of the men, she taking my arm.
“Dear old Frith,” she said, “he always looks exactly the same, and makes me feel like a girl again. You know, don’t mind me saying so, but you are even younger than I expected. Maxim told me your age, but you’re an absolute child. Tell me, are you very much in love with him?”
I was not prepared for this question, and she must have seen the surprise in my face, for she laughed lightly, and squeezed my arm.
“Don’t answer,” she said. “I can see what you feel. I’m an interfering bore, aren’t I? You mustn’t mind me. I’m devoted to Maxim, you know, though we always bicker like cat and dog when we meet. I congratulate you again on his looks. We were all very worried about him this time last year, but of course you know the whole story.” We had come to the dining room by now, and she said no more, for the servants were there and the others had joined us, but as I sat down, and unfolded my napkin, I wondered what Beatrice would say did she realize that I knew nothing of that preceding year, no details of the tragedy that had happened down there, in the bay, that Maxim kept these things to himself, that I questioned him never.