Crooked House - Christie Agatha - Страница 40
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"I'm sure you do," said Edith with acidity in her tone.
"The poor sweet! I must go after him."
"Now, Magda -" Edith hurried after her.
Their voices died away. Sophia remained looking at Philip. There was, I think, a certain pleading in her glance. If so, it got no response. He looked at her coldly, quite in control of himself once more.
"You played your cards very well, Sophia," he said and went out of the room.
"That was a cruel thing to say," I cried.
"Sophia -"
She stretched out her hands to me. I took her in my arms.
"This is too much for you, my sweet."
"I know just how they feel," said Sophia.
"That old devil, your grandfather, shouldn't have let you in for this."
She straightened her shoulders.
"He believed I could take it. And so I can. I wish - I wish Eustace didn't mind so much."
"He'll get over it."
"Will he? I wonder. He's the kind that broods terribly. And I hate father being hurt."
"Your mother's all right."
"She minds a bit. It goes against the grain to have to come and ask your daughter for money to put on plays. She'll be after me to put on the Edith Thompson one before you can turn round."
"And what will you say? If it keeps her happy…"
Sophia pulled herself right out of my arms, her head went back.
"I shall say No! It's a rotten play and mother couldn't play the part. It would be throwing the money away."
I laughed softly. I couldn't help it.
"What is it?" Sophia demanded suspiciously.
'I'm beginning to understand why your grandfather left you his money. You're a chip off the old block, Sophia."
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