It
seemed to her to be a queer affair. She could not understand why
one counsel should be so anxious to know all about the
movements of Mr Brand upon a certain day; she could not
understand why a chart of the bedroom accommodation at
Christchurch Old Hall should be produced in court. She did not
even see why they should want to know that, upon a certain
occasion, the drawing-room door was locked. It made her laugh; it
appeared to be all so senseless that grown people should occupy
themselves with such matters. It struck her, nevertheless, as odd
that one of the counsel should cross-question Mr Brand so
insistently and so impertinently as to his feelings for Miss Lupton.
Nancy knew Miss Lupton of Ringwood very well--a jolly girl, who
rode a horse with two white fetlocks. Mr Brand persisted that he
did not love Miss Lupton. . . . Well, of course he did not love Miss
Lupton; he was a married man. You might as well think of Uncle
Edward loving . . . loving anybody but Leonora. When people were
married there was an end of loving. There were, no doubt, people
who misbehaved--but they were poor people--or people not like
those she knew. So these matters presented themselves to Nancy's
mind.
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