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[Coming toward her]

Just a line to Mother to let her know we’ve not all been murdered by rum-bandits. You know how she worries.

[Thinking with a trace of pitying contempt]

Apron strings still his devotion to her is touching  I hope if mine is a boy he will love me as much  oh, I hope it is a boy  healthy and strong and beautiful  like Gordon!

[Then suddenly sensing curiosity—perfunctorily]

I’m writing to Ned Darrell. I’ve owed him one for ages.

[She folds it up and puts it aside]

[Thinking glumly]

I thought she’d forgotten him still I suppose it’s just friendly  and it’s none of my business now she’s married.

[Perfunctorily]

How did you sleep?

Not a wink. I had the strangest feeling.

Sleeping in a strange bed, I suppose.

[Jokingly]

Did you see any ghosts?

[With a sad smile]

No, I got the feeling the ghosts had all deserted the house