CHAPTER SIXLydia looked at the white face, listened to the low, somewhat plaintive voice that asked her questions about Evelyn and the journey and found her thoughts returning continually to Gerald Carlton.
‘He is young,’ she thought, ‘young and attractive – this woman is old. What can he feel for her except pity?’
Talking to Margaret, she tried to discover some charm in her, some fascination, even some quality that made for friendship but without avail.
As soon as her eyes grew accustomed slowly to the dim light, she noticed that there was a carelessness about her that was quite unnecessary even for an invalid.
Her clothes were not well kept, her hair needed brushing and arranging and the powder was carelessly dabbed on her face.
‘Perhaps she feels really ill,’ Lydia thought, ‘but th
