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I nodded.

‘And ever since she’s been haunted by what she did. I can’t help feeling sorry for her.’

I don’t think Caroline ever felt sorry for Mrs Ferrars whilst she was alive. Now that she has gone where (presumably) Paris frocks can no longer be worn, Caroline is prepared to indulge in the softer emotions of pity and comprehension.

I told her firmly that her whole idea was nonsense.

I was all the more firm because I secretly agreed with some part, at least, of what she had said. But it is all wrong that Caroline should arrive at the truth simply by a kind of inspired guesswork. I wasn’t going to encourage that sort of thing. She will go round the village airing her views, and everyone will think that she is doing so on medical data supplied by me.

Life is very trying.

‘Nonsense,’ said Caroline, in reply to my strictures. ‘you’ll see. Ten to one she’s left a letter confessing everything.’

‘She didn’t leave a letter of any kind,’ I said sharply, and not seeing where the admission was going to land me.