死亡约会 Part I Chapter 8（2）

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Sarah turned away. Nadine went forward

and joined the other two.

‘So there you are, Nadine,’ said Mrs Boynton. ‘I’ll sit down and rest a little before I go out.’

They settled her in a high-backed chair. Nadine sat down beside her.

‘Who were you talking to, Nadine?’

‘A Miss King.’

‘Oh, yes. The girl who spoke¹ to Raymond the other night. Well, Ray, why don’t you go andspeak to her now? She’s over there at the writing-table.’

The old woman’s mouth widened into a malicious² smile as she looked at Raymond. His faceflushed. He turned his head away and muttered something.

‘What’s that you say, son?’

‘I don’t want to speak to her.’

‘No, I thought not. You won’t speak to her. You couldn’t however much you wanted to!’

She coughed suddenly—a wheezing³ cough.

‘I’m enjoying this trip, Nadine,’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.’

‘No?’

Nadine’s voice was expressionless.

‘Ray.’

‘Yes, Mother?’

‘Get me a piece of notepaper—from the table over there in the corner.’

Raymond went off obediently. Nadine raised her head. She watched, not the boy, but the oldwoman. Mrs Boynton was leaning forward, her nostrils⁴ dilated⁵ as though with pleasure. Raypassed close by Sarah. She looked up, a sudden hope showing in her face. It died down as hebrushed past her, took some notepaper from the case and went back across the room.

There were little beads⁶ of sweat on his forehead as he rejoined them, and his face was deadwhite.

Very softly Mrs Boynton murmured: ‘Ah…’ as she watched his face.

Then she saw Nadine’s eyes fixed⁷ on her. Something in them made her own snap with suddenanger.

‘Where’s Mr Cope this morning?’ she said.

Nadine’s eyes dropped again. She answered in her gentle, expressionless voice:

‘I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.’

‘I like him,’ said Mrs Boynton. ‘I like him very much. We must see a good deal of him. You’lllike that, won’t you?’

‘Yes,’ said Nadine. ‘I, too, like him very much.’

‘What’s the matter with Lennox lately? He seems very dull and quiet. Nothing wrong betweenyou, is there?’

‘Oh, no. Why should there be?’

‘I wondered. Married people don’t always hit it off. Perhaps you’d be happier living in a homeof your own?’

Nadine did not answer.

‘Well, what do you say to the idea? Does it appeal to you?’

Nadine shook her head. She said, smiling: ‘I don’t think it would appeal to you, Mother.’

Mrs Boynton’s eyelids⁸ flickered⁹. She said sharply and venomously, ‘You’ve always beenagainst me, Nadine.’

The younger woman replied evenly:

‘I’m sorry you should think that.’

The old woman’s hand closed on her stick. Her face seemed to get a shade more purple.

She said, with a change of tone: ‘I forgot my drops. Get them for me, Nadine.’

‘Certainly.’

Nadine got up and crossed the lounge to the lift. Mrs Boynton looked after her. Raymond satlimply in a chair, his eyes glazed¹⁰ with dull misery¹¹.

Nadine went upstairs and along the corridor. She entered the sitting-room¹² of their suite¹³. Lennoxwas sitting by the window. There was a book in his hand, but he was not reading. He rousedhimself as Nadine came in. ‘Hallo, Nadine.’

‘I’ve come up for Mother’s drops. She forgot them.’

She went on into Mrs Boynton’s bedroom. From a bottle on the washstand she carefullymeasured a dose into a small medicine glass, filling it up with water. As she passed through thesitting-room again she paused.

‘Lennox.’

It was a moment or two before he answered her. It was as though the message had a long way totravel.

Then he said: ‘I beg your pardon. What is it?’

Nadine Boynton set down the glass carefully on the table. Then she went over and stood besidehim.