TO THE LIGHTHOUSERickmansworth, things were horribly strained.[%]When Paul took her down the garden to look atthe Belgian hares which he bred, [∧]and /Minta followedthem, singing, and put her bare arm on hisshoulder, lest he should tell her anything.

Minta was bored by hares, Lily thought. ButMinta never gave herself away. She never saidthings like that about playing chess in coffee-houses. She was far too conscious, far too wary.But to go on with their story—they had gotthrough the dangerous stage by now. She hadbeen staying with them last summer some timeand the car broke down and Minta had to handhim his tools. He sat on the road mending thecar, and it was the way she gave him the tools—business-like, straightforward, friendly—thatproved it was all right now. They were "in love”no longer; no, he had taken up with anotherwoman, a serious woman, with her hair in a plaitand a case in her hand (Minta had described hergratefully, almost admiringly), who went tomeetings and shared Paul’s views (they had gotmore and more pronounced) about the taxation ofland values and a capital levy. Far from breakingup the marriage, that alliance had righted it.They were excellent friends, obviously, as he saton the road and she handed him his tools.

So that was the story of the Rayleys, Lily268
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