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afford to waste,” she answered aloud.
    “And I have too much,” Edith added.
    Hester brought them back to the subject. “Please tell me something of the Furnivals.”
    Damaris's face lost its momentary look of ease.
    “Maxim is really quite agreeable, in a brooding, dark sort of way. He's fearfully decent, and he manages to do it without being stuffy. I often felt if I knew him better he might be quite interesting. I could easily imagine falling madly in love with him—just to know what lies underneath—if I didn't already know Peverell. But whether it would stand a close acquaintance I have no idea.” She glanced at Hester to make sure she understood, then continued, staring up at the molded and painted ceiling. “Louisa is another matter altogether. She is very beautiful, in an unconventional way, like a large cat—of the jungle sort, not the domestic. She is no one's tabby. I used to envy her.” She smiled ruefully. “She is very small. She can be feminine and look up at any man at ail-where I look down on far more than I wish. And she is all curves in the most flattering places, which I am not. She has very high, wide cheekbones, but when I stopped being envious, and looked a little more closely, I did not care for her mouth.”
    “You are not saying much of what she is like, Ris,” Edith prompted.
    “She is like a cat,” Damaris said reasonably. “Sensuous, predatory, and taking great care of her own, but utterly charming when she wishes to be.”
    Edith looked across at Hester. “Which tells you at least that Damaris doesn't like her very much. Or that she is more than a trifle envious.”
    “You are interrupting,” Damaris said with an aloof air. “The next to arrive were Thaddeus and Alexandra. He was just as usual, polite, pompous and rather preoccupied, but Alex looked pale and not so much preoccupied as distracted. I thought then that they must have had a disagreement over something, and of course Alex had lost.”
    Hester nearly asked why “of course,” then realized the question was foolish. A wife would always lose, particularly in public.
    “Then Sabella and Fenton came,” Damaris continued. ' “That's Thaddeus's younger daughter and her husband,” she explained to Hester. “Almost immediately Sabella was rude to Thaddeus. We all pretended we hadn't noticed, which is about all you can do when you are forced to witness a family quarrel. It was rather embarrassing, and Alex looked very ...” she searched for the word she wanted. “... very brittle, as though her self-control might snap if she were pressed too hard.” Her face changed swiftly, and a shadow passed over it. “The last ones to arrive were Dr. Hargrave and his wife.” She altered her position slightly in the chair, with the result that she was no longer facing Hester. ”It was all very polite, and trivial, and totally artificial.”
    “You said it was ghastly.” Edith's eyebrows rose. “You don't mean you sat around through the entire evening being icily civil to each other. You told me Thaddeus and Sabella quarreled and Sabella behaved terribly, and Alex was white as a sheet, which Thaddeus either did not even notice—or else pretended not to. And that Maxim was hovering over Alex, and Louisa obviously resented it.”
    Damaris frowned, her shoulders tightening. “I thought so. But of course it may simply have been that it was Maxim's house and he felt responsible, so he was trying to be kind to Alex and make her feel better, and Louisa misunderstood.” She glanced at Hester. ”She likes to be the center of attention and wouldn't appreciate anyone being so absorbed in someone else. She was very scratchy with Alex all evening.”
    “You all went in to dinner?” Hester prompted, still searching for the factual elements of the crime, if the police were correct and there had been one.
    “What?” Damaris knitted her brows, staring at the window. “Oh—yes, all on each other's arms as we had been directed,