Obeying Dr. Clifton’s instrus, I spent ting and sleeping and reading Sreatment, gulping doory after anoto tco    t t s altered    t t no in t liberty to let ural sympatead of maintaining a stantly guarded facade.

        ‘And    teentale?“ sfully one day.

        ‘Not a o you?“

        S’s strange, isn’t it, after all sten, t t famous story of all is o mig eve, just tories missing and it ill sell like cakes.” And to clear s, and a neone, “So on, then?”

        on dropped by to see ed on t rils tched.

        On t up. As I pulled tains apart, my room . Outside, a brilliant, cloudless blue stretco    t. It    days t io stop it flooding do once. Blinking in t someto move sluggishly in my veins.

        Before breakfast I    outdoors. Sloiously I stepped around t my    , and every at my side Sepped like a dainty g, leaving no prints. At first t, but little by little it rejuvenated me, and I rejoiced in tioes oes, I o e ba and So follo breakfast, to read.

        I could judge ter I    t my ts turned not to treasures of Miss inter’s library, but to ory. Upstairs I retrieved my pile of paper, ed si it back to t t part of t ory all ain, reminding myself of its puzzles, mysteries as. But tions. At t all I ed. ampered     t er    s? And, more inexplicable t,    violent vagabond of a unicate    ted sister and capable of breaking acts of icultural destru, developed into Miss i-selling novels and, furte garden?

        I puso one side, stroked Sared into t of a story , and ill to e. I    ake to plete tory of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even o plete it.

        Despite my absorption in my notes, I couldn’t    seen Miss inter. Eacime I asked after il evening, o her for a while before supper?

        to —on table by Miss inter’s side. I ope at t I er    sed to talk tome.

        ‘ did    niger asked. ”t you fell ill?“

        I o unity for explanation. “I already kne nig particular nig someoo see artled. t tended    saken by surprise .

        ‘t your fault, you kno alarm yourself. t is sometor imes before. If anyone is to blame, it is me, for not letting you kno sendency to be over-protective. I o tell you.“ Send to tell me w was yh you?“

        ‘Emmeline ’s t.“ And after I’d told ions I didn’t knoo came ruso my lips, as t ence o be did iurn. ” is it Emmeline rying to dig somete: Maurice says it’s t I kno is not truth.“

        Miss inter    and very still.

        “ted. “t’s w sold me.    er? ho is she looking for underground?”

        Miss itered a murmur, and t , it instantly a memory of t launc me by Emmeline in t it?” added Miss inter. “Is t w she said?”

        I nodded.

        ‘In twin language?“

        I nodded again.

        Miss inter looked at me erest. “You are doing very . Better t. trouble is, timing of tory is getting rat of ting aaring int me. “I said I meant to tell you trut. And I do. But before I    tell you, somet . It is going to    it    .”

        ‘—?“

        But before I could finision, s us return to Lady Audley and , shall we?”

        I read for anot my mind    on tory, and I er’s attention oo. apped at t suppertime, I closed t it to one side, and as if terruption, as if it inuation of ter said, “If you are not too tired, his evening?”
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