[The Shadow of the Rope by E. W. Hornung]@TWC D-Link bookThe Shadow of the Rope CHAPTER X 2/11
But the Steels had been back two days, and Morna could not wait another hour. She was certainly consumed with curiosity; but that was not the only feeling which Mrs.Woodgate entertained towards the lady who was to be a nearer neighbor of her own sex and class than any she could count as yet.
On the class question Morna had no misgivings; nevertheless, she was prepared for a surprise.
Both she and her husband had seen a good deal of Mr.Steel.Morna had perhaps seen the best of him, since she was at once young and charming, and not even an unwilling and personally innocent candidate for his hand, like honest Sybil Venables.
Yet Morna herself was not more attracted than repelled by the inscrutable personality of this rich man dropped from the clouds, who had never a word to say about his former life, never an anecdote to tell, never an adventure to record, and of whom even Mrs.Venables had not the courage to ask questions.
What sort of woman would such a man marry, and what sort of woman would marry such a man? Morna asked herself the one question after the other, almost as often as she set her right foot in front of her left; but she was not merely inquisitive in the matter, she had a secret and instinctive compassion for the woman who had done this thing. "She will not have a soul to call her own, poor thing!" thought Morna, as indignantly as though the imaginary evil was one of the worst that could befall; for the vicar's wife had her little weaknesses, not by any means regarded as such by herself; and this was one of the last things that could have been said about her, or that she would have cared to hear. The woodland path led at last into the long avenue, and there was Normanthorpe House at the end of the vista; an Italian palace transplanted into the north of England, radiantly white between the green trees and blue sky, with golden cupola burning in the sun; perhaps the best specimen extant to mark a passing fashion in Georgian architecture, but as ill-suited to the Delverton district as an umbrella-tent to the North Pole.
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