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My position was becoming intolerable. The conviction
was being forced upon me that I had no right in my husband's house.
It made no difference that my husband's house was mine also, in the
sense that it could not exist without me--I had no right to be there.
It made no difference that my marriage had been no marriage--I had no
right to be there.
It made no difference that the man I had married was an utterly bad
husband--I had no right to be there.
It made no difference that I was not really an adulterous wife--I had no
right to be there.
Meanwhile Price, my maid, but my only real friend in Castle Raa, with
the liberty I allowed her, was unconsciously increasing my torture.
Every night as she combed out my hair she gave me her opinion of my
attitude towards Alma, and one night she said:
"Didn't I tell you she was only watching you, my lady? The nasty-minded
thing is making mischief with his lordship. She's writing to him every
day. . . . How do I know? Oh, I don't keep my eyes and my ears open
downstairs for nothing.


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