There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you deal. I only arrived when everybody was coming away. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. His body went limp, and as he withdrew she ironically found herself at the doorway for the first time in her life of being truly aroused.
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