“Adela Sellingworth won’t go.”
“Why not?”
“She seems to hate Paris now. It is years since she had stayed there.”
After a pause Craven said:
“Lady Sellingworth is something of a mystery, I think. I wonder—I wonder if she feels lonely in that big house of hers.”
“Far more people feel lonely than seem lonely,” said Braybrooke.
“I expect they do. But I think that somehow Lady Sellingworth seems lonely. And yet she is full of mockery.”
“Mockery?”
“Yes. I feel it.”
“But didn’t you find her very kind?”