Agatha Christie - Sad Cypress

He thought, No, there's nothing to worry about – whatever happens!

He went out of the walled garden by the gate at the far end. From there he wandered into the little wood where the daffodils were in spring. They were over now, of course. But the green light was very lovely where the sunlight came filtering through the trees.

Just for a moment an odd restlessness came to him – a rippling of his previous placidity. He felt, There's something – something I haven't got – something I want – I want – I want… The golden green light, the softness in the air – with them came a quickened pulse, a stirring of the blood, a sudden impatience.

A girl came through the trees toward him – a girl with pale, gleaming hair and a rose-flushed skin.

He thought, How beautiful – how unutterably beautiful. Something gripped him; he stood quite still, as though frozen into immobility. The world, he felt, was spinning, was topsy-turvy, was suddenly and impossibly and gloriously crazy!

The girl stopped suddenly, then she came on. She came up to him where he stood, dumb and absurdly fish-like, his mouth open.

She said, with a little hesitation, "Don't you remember me, Mr. Roderick? It's a long time, of course. I'm Mary Gerrard, from the lodge."

Roddy said, "Oh – oh – you're Mary Gerrard?" She said. "Yes."

Then she went on rather shyly: "I've changed, of course, since you saw me."

He said, "Yes, you've changed. I – I wouldn't have recognized you."

He stood staring at her. He did not hear footsteps behind him. Mary did and turned.

Elinor stood motionless a minute. Then she said, "Hallo, Mary."

Mary said, "How do you do, Miss Elinor? It's nice to see you. Mrs. Welman has been looking forward to you coming down."

Elinor said, "Yes – it's a long time. I – Nurse O'Brien sent me to look for you. She wants to lift Mrs. Welman up, and she says you usually do it with her."

Mary said, "I'll go at once."

She moved off, breaking into a run. Elinor stood looking after her. Mary ran well, grace in every movement.

Roddy said softly, "Atalanta."

Elinor did not answer. She stood quite still for a minute or two. Then she said, "It's nearly lunch-time. We'd better go back."

They walked side by side toward the house.

"Oh! Come on, Mary. It's a grand film – all about Paris. And a story by a tiptop author. There was an opera of it once."

"It's frightfully nice of you, Ted, but I really won't."

Ted Bigland said angrily, "I can't make you out nowadays, Mary. You're different – altogether different."

"No, I'm not, Ted."

"You are! I suppose because you've been away to that grand school and to Germany. You're too good for us now."

"It's not true, Ted. I'm not like that." She spoke vehemently.

The young man, a fine, sturdy specimen, looked at her appraisingly in spite of his anger. "Yes, you are. You're almost a lady, Mary."

Mary said with sudden bitterness, "Almost isn't much good, is it?"

He said with sudden understanding, "No, I reckon it isn't."

Mary said quickly, "Anyway, who cares about that sort of thing nowadays? Ladies and gentlemen, and all that!"

"It doesn't matter like it did – no," Ted assented, but thoughtfully. "All the same, there's a feeling. Lord, Mary, you look like a countess or something."

Mary said, "That's not saying much. I've seen countesses looking like old-clothes women!"

"Well, you know what I mean."

A stately figure of ample proportions, handsomely dressed in black bore down upon them. Her eyes gave them a sharp glance.

Ted moved aside a step or two. He said, "Afternoon, Mrs. Bishop."

Mrs. Bishop inclined her head graciously. "Good afternoon, Ted Bigland. Good afternoon, Mary." She passed on, a ship in full sail.

Ted looked respectfully after her.

Mary murmured, "Now, she really is like a duchess!"

"Yes – she's got a manner. Always makes me feel hot inside my collar."

Mary said slowly, "She doesn't like me."

"Nonsense, my girl."

"It's true. She doesn't. She's always saying sharp things to me."

"Jealous," said Ted, nodding his head sapiently. "That's all it is."

Mary said doubtfully, "I suppose it might be that."

"That's it, depend upon it. She's been housekeeper at Hunterbury for years, ruling the roost and ordering everyone about, and now old Mrs. Welman takes a fancy to you, and it puts her out! That's all it is."

Mary said, a shade of trouble on her forehead, "It's silly of me, but I can't bear it when anyone doesn't like me. I want people to like me."

"Sure to be women who don't like you, Mary! Jealous cats who think you're too good-looking!"

Mary said, "I think jealousy's horrible."

Ted said slowly, "Maybe – but it exists all right. Say, I saw a lovely film over at Alledore last week. Clark Gable. All about one of these millionaire blokes who neglected his wife, and then she pretended she'd done the dirty on him. And there was another fellow -"

Mary moved away. She said, "Sorry, Ted, I must go. I'm late."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to have tea with Nurse Hopkins."

Ted made a face. "Funny taste. That woman's the biggest gossip in the village! Pokes that long nose of hers into everything."

Mary said, "She's been very kind to me always."

"Oh, I'm not saying there's any harm in her. But she talks."

Mary said, "Good-bye, Ted."

She hurried off, leaving him standing gazing resentfully after her.

Nurse Hopkins occupied a small cottage at the end of the village. She herself had just come in and was untying her bonnet strings when Mary entered.

"Ah, there you are. I'm a bit late. Old Mrs. Caldecott was bad again. Made me late with my round of dressings. I saw you with Ted Bigland at the end of the street."

Mary said rather dispiritedly, "Yes."

Nurse Hopkins looked up alertly from where she was stooping to light the gas-ring under the kettle.

Her long nose twitched. "Was he saying something particular to you, my dear?"

"No. He just asked me to go to the movies."

"I see," said Nurse Hopkins promptly. "Well, of course, he's a nice young fellow and doesn't do too badly at the garage, and his father does rather better than most of the farmers round here. All the same, my dear, you don't seem to me cut out for Ted Bigland's wife. Not with your education and all. As I was saying, if I was you I'd go in for massage when the time comes. You get about a bit and see people that way, and your time's more or less your own."

Mary said, "I'll think it over. Mrs. Welman spoke to me the other day. She was very sweet about it. It was just exactly as you said it was. She doesn't want me to go away just now. She'd miss me, she said. But she told me not to worry about the future, that she meant to help me."

Nurse Hopkins said dubiously, "Let's hope she's put that down in black and white! Sick people are odd."

Mary asked, "Do you think Mrs. Bishop really dislikes me – or is it only my fancy?"

Nurse Hopkins considered a minute.

"She puts on a sour face, I must say. She's one of those who don't like seeing young people having a good time or anything done for them. Thinks, perhaps, Mrs. Welman is a bit too fond of you, and resents it."

She laughed cheerfully.

"I shouldn't worry if I was you, Mary, my dear. Just open that paper bag, will you? There's a couple of doughnuts in it."

Your Aunt had second stroke last night. No cause immediate anxiety but suggest you should come down if possible. Dr. Lord.

Immediately on receipt of the telegram Elinor had rung up Roddy, and now they were in the train together bound for Hunterbury.