Oliver and Sarah had said nothing of their reception in the village, and the woman who had come to help with the cleaning that day kept well out of everybody’s way. If Elizabeth was conscious of how the affair was viewed in Chowton, she said nothing. She was talking about her Season next year, though, and with a slightly feverish gaiety, so Sarah wondered whether she wasn’t seeing her months in London as some form of escape. Oliver was pouring them all a sherry before dinner when Dennis darted over to a heap of newspapers on a side-table. “I found something in the News Chronicle for the ‘This England’ column,” he said with relish. The column, in the New Statesman and Nation, was a collection of clippings from newspapers, usually unintentionally comic or revealing. The New Statesman was very much one of the Hallams’ journals, and both Dennis and Helen contributed to the book pages on occasion. Dennis riffled through the pages of the Chronicle. “Here it is. It’s a letter, of course.
What do You think about The Skeleton In The Grass?
