Chapter 21 Section 11

At seven forty-five, it started to rain.Neville stood at his bedroom window looking out.He never spoke to Kay again.After tea they both avoided seeing each other. At the dinner table that night, everyone felt awkward and awkward.Neville was absent-minded.Kay's face is uncharacteristically covered in makeup.Audrey sat there like an insensitive ghost.Mary Alding was doing her best to start the conversation, and was a little annoyed that Thomas Lloyd hadn't cooperated with her in finding a conversation. Hester was also uneasy, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably when serving the dishes.

Towards the end of dinner Neville said with an effort of indifference: "I'm going to call on Latimer at Resurrection Bay after dinner, and maybe we'll play pool for a while." "Take the gate key," said Mary, "you may be late." "Thanks, I'll take it." They all went to the living room, where the coffee was ready. When the radio is on, news broadcasts are a popular pastime. Kay, who had been yawning dramatically since eating, said she had a headache and was going upstairs to bed. "Haven't you taken your aspirin?" Mary asked.

"Thank you, I ate." She leaves the house. Neville tuned the radio to the music program and sat quietly on the sofa for a while without even looking at Audrey.He sat there huddled like a wronged child.Mary could not help feeling sorry for him. "Well, it might be better if I go," he said at last, standing up. "Are you going by car or by ferry?" "Oh, the ferry, and the fifteen or sixteen miles to the ferry is nothing to me. I like to walk." "But it's raining!" "I know, I have a raincoat." He walked to the door. "Good night."

In the hall, Hurstl came up to him. "Sir, would you go to Madame Trisillian's? She would like to see you very much." Neville looked at the clock, it was already ten o'clock. Shrugging his shoulders, he went upstairs, walked along the corridor to Frau Tricilian's door, and knocked.While he was waiting to be let in, he heard other voices in the hall downstairs.Tonight, it seems like everyone is going to bed early. "Come in!" said Mrs. Tricilian clearly. Neville walked in and closed the door behind him. Mrs. Triscilian was getting ready for bed, and all the lights were out except the one reading by the bedside.She was reading a book just now, and she put it down when Neville came in.The old lady gave Neville a look over her spectacles that was somehow forbidding.

"Neville, I want to talk to you," she said. Neville couldn't help smiling. "Speak, ma'am." Mrs. Tricilian was serious. "Neville, there are certain things I don't allow in my house. I'm not the type to overhear people's private conversations, but if you and your wife are yelling at each other endlessly right under my window Shout out, I can't help hearing what you're saying. I guess you're thinking of a plan where Kay divorces you and you remarry Audrey. You can't do that, Neville, I Don't want to hear it at all." Neville seemed to be having a hard time keeping himself from losing his temper.

"I'm sorry we were arguing loudly under your window," he said coldly, "as for the other things you said, it's obviously my business!" "No, it's not! In order to hook up with Audrey, you used my house—or else Audrey used..." "This matter has nothing to do with her, she..." Mrs. Tricilian interrupted Neville with a wave of her hand, and said: "Anyway, you can't do this. Neville, Kay is your wife and she has rights that you can't take away. I'm completely on Kay's side in this matter. It's your fault. Now the The duty is to go back to Kay. I also want to tell you frankly..."

Neville took a step forward and spoke in a raised voice. "You have nothing to do with—" "And," said Mrs. Tricilian, ignoring his protests, "Audrey is leaving here tomorrow--" "You can't do this! I can't stand you doing this—" "Neville, don't you yell at me like that." "Tell you, I can't stand this—" I don't know which door in the corridor slammed shut...