She had read the advertisement
of it in an Indian paper. I think she must have been a very nice
woman. . . .
And then the Ashburnhams were moved somewhere up towards a
place or a district called Chitral. I am no good at geography of the
Indian Empire. By that time they had settled down into a model
couple and they never spoke in private to each other. Leonora had
given up even showing the accounts of the Ashburnham estate to
Edward. He thought that that was because she had piled up such a
lot of money that she did not want him to know how she was
getting on any more. But, as a matter of fact, after five or six years
it had penetrated to her mind that it was painful to Edward to have
to look on at the accounts of his estate and have no hand in the
management of it. She was trying to do him a kindness. And, up in
Chitral, poor dear little Maisie Maidan came along. . . .
That was the most unsettling to Edward of all his affairs. It made
him suspect that he was inconstant. The affair with the Dolciquita
he had sized up as a short attack of madness like hydrophobia. His
relations with Mrs Basil had not seemed to him to imply moral
turpitude of a gross kind.
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