He strode across the wide hall where they were sitting, and switched on
an extra light.
"Very stupid of me," said Lady Laura, _sotto voce_. "Reminds him of
poor Mr. Capel, of course. My dear, is the fire too hot for you?"
Eleanor Portal had made a brusque movement. "Thank you. I'll move my
chair back a little."
What a lovely voice she had--one of those low, murmuring, echoing
voices that stay in your memory, thought Mr. Satterthwaite. Her face
was in shadow now. What a pity.