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CHAPTER SIXAPROFOUND stillness reigned in the Casa Gould.The master of the house, walking along the corredor,opened the door of his room, and saw his wife sitting ina big armchair—his own smoking armchair—thoughtful,contemplating her little shoes. And she did not raise hereyes when he walked in.‘Tired?’ asked Charles Gould.‘A little,’ said Mrs. Gould. Still without looking up, sheadded with feeling, ‘There is an awful sense of unrealityabout all this.’Charles Gould, before the long table strewn with papers,on which lay a hunting crop and a pair of spurs, stood lookingat his wife: ‘The heat and dust must have been awful thisafternoon by the waterside,’ he murmured, sympathetically.‘The glare on the water must have been simply terrible.’‘One could close one’s eyes to the glare,’ said Mrs. Gould.‘But, my dear Charley, it is impossible for me to close myeyes to our position; to this awful …’She raised her eyes and looked at her husband’s face,from which all sign of sympathy or any other feeling haddisappeared. ‘Why don’t you tell me something?’ she almostwailed.‘I thought you had understood me perfectly from thefirst,’ Charles Gould said, slowly. ‘I thought we had said all