It was Sunday morning, and they had finished breakfast. The day lay before them. It came to Katharine with a tremendous sense of relief that it wasn’t for her to say what the next step was to be. She had done it all these weeks, but she didn’t have to do it any more. It was very restful. She said, ‘That is for you to say.’ He pushed back his chair. ‘Well, I don’t know that there’s much choice, really. I think we’d better go over and see Cyril. Has he still got Evendon?’ ‘Yes, but I don’t know that he’ll be there.’ ‘He always used to go down there for the weekends — liked gloating over his collections. But of course you said Maud was dead — ’ She nodded. ‘Five years ago.’ ‘And Sylvia’s married. Doesn’t he go down there now?’ ‘Oh, yes, I think so.’ She hesitated, and then said in a reluctant voice, ‘I think there’s something going on with Mavis Jones.’ He gave a whistle. ‘I thought it was Brett!’ ‘So did I, but I think that’s back history.
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