Marie went into the kitchen to make tea for them. She needed to keep herself busy to stop herself thinking too much. There was an air of unreality about everything that was happening to her. She shivered, aware of the macabre fact that the kitchen was the place where her husband’s body was soon to be dissected. She hurriedly left and entered the parlour, handing the tea to the two doctors. It took every ounce of self-control to stop her hands from shaking. From now on, Dr Hornby told her, she must remain out of the kitchen and out of the parlour too, so she went up to her bedroom and tried to rest on the bed. She heard a brougham draw to a halt and she leapt up, pulling back the lace curtain to look out. It must be Dr Shelton arriving. There was a knock at the door of her room. It was Mrs Gilpin. “If you want to use our front parlour to wait in, Gilpin says you’d be welcome.” Marie refused. She was so on edge that she was afraid she would give herself away.
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