Suspicion Page #2

No, really,

I have to make calls with my mother.

- Liar.

- Really.

Don't forget, 3:
00.

Lina will never marry.

She's not the marrying sort.

She has no need to worry.

There's enough to care for her

the rest of her life.

I suppose you're right, dear.

I'm afraid she's rather spinsterish.

What's wrong with that?

The old maid's a respectable institution.

All women are not alike. Lina has intellect

and a fine solid character.

Come on, I'm hungry.

Sorry I'm late.

Could I have some well-done,

please, Burton?

Yes, miss.

What kept you so long at church, dear?

I didn't go to church.

I went for a walk. Thank you, Burton.

- With a man.

- A man?

Yes. His name's John Aysgarth.

- John Aysgarth?

- Is that Tom Aysgarth's boy?

How'd you meet him?

Pity he's turned out so wild.

Rough luck on Tom.

What's this, horseradish?

Didrt know horseradish was in season.

- It's not out of a bottle, is it?

- Of course not, dear.

That's real.

I can tell the difference at once.

I can't stand things out of bottles.

They never taste the same.

Never, dear.

Why did you say

that John Aysgarth was wild, Father?

He was turned out of some club

for cheating at cards, wasrt he?

I don't know. I didn't ask him.

Or ought to have been.

Something unpleasant anyway.

- What's he doing down here?

- Staying at Penshaze.

Lord Middleham

wouldn't have him there...

if he had been turned out of a club

for cheating.

Maybe it wasrt cards. Maybe a woman.

He was corespondent or something,

I believe...

or ought to have been corespondent.

You can't expect me to remember

every detail about everybody.

Anyway, I'm going to see him again.

He's calling for me this afternoon at 3:00.

You're wanted on the telephone, miss.

Hello?

Hello, Johnnie.

You can't?

Of course, I understand.

Thank you for calling.

I'd love to,

next time you come down again.

Hello?

Is Mr. John Aysgarth there, please?

He isn't?

I thought perhaps...

Are you expecting him for the Hunt Ball?

This is... It doesn't matter. I'll ring again.

- Nothing, Miss McLaidlaw.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

- I don't want to be a nuisance...

but couldn't it accidentally have been

put into somebody else's letter box?

I'm sorry, I'm sure it would have been

returned if that had happened.

Thank you.

Regent 0021, please.

No reply?

Thank you.

- Lina.

- Hello, Mother.

It's 7:
00.

Arert you going to wear your new dress?

No, Mother. I'm not in the mood.

- What's the matter, dear?

- My head's splitting.

I'm not going to the ball.

Not going? You mean...

What'll your father say?

Perhaps some aspirin...

- You haven't a temperature, have you?

- I don't know.

Yes, come in.

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