Cousin Sophie’s crooning voice came at Lady Gossinger through a thick fog. “I think you have been quite astonishingly brave. Lie back on the sofa, dear, and give your poor head a rest, while I pour you a nice cup of lukewarm tea.” “Is he gone?” Her Ladyship cracked open an eye before remembering that her life was over. “You mean that horrid little boy, dear?” “Edna’s grandson? He was really here? Lord help me, I hoped he was just a nightmare. But I was actually talking about Henry. Flown the coop, has he? Or is the old bean cowering behind that half-open door, waiting for me to call out that I appreciate no end his letting me in on his plans to change his will and leave Gossinger Hall to Hutchins?” The wronged wife held up her hand in a futile attempt to stop the tower room spinning at a crazily lopsided angle that threatened to topple her off the sofa into an undignified heap. “Henry became very flustered, as well he ought, Mabel.” Cousin Sophie tried not to sound as if she were thoroughly enjoying the situation, but her hands trembled with excitement as she filled a cup from the silver teapot.
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