"I like the loneliness."
"You should have a dog."
Her tongue had nearly slipped into saying that a dog was the kind of company that did not ask questions.
"I should have to exercise a dog."
A queer look of fear came into her eyes. Lady O'Gara could have imagined that she looked stealthily from one side to another.
"But you must go out sometimes," she said.
Again the look of fear cowered away from her. What was it that Mrs.
Wade was afraid of?
"I was never one for walking," she said, lamely.
"You don't like to tear yourself from this pretty room?"
It was very pretty. The walls had been thickly whitewashed and the curtains at the window were of a deep rose-colour. A few cushions in the white chairs and sofa repeated the rose-colour. The room seemed to glow within the shadow of the many trees, overhanging too heavily outside.