*VI*
No one has heard from Walter Markham.
He has no relations here, it is true--but it's funny he hasn't written.
He is in Mesopotamia; perhaps the mails have been sunk or he has
dysentery or something.
Grace is always asking Cheneston if he has heard, and whenever Cheneston
answers he avoids looking at me.
Sometimes I honestly think Cheneston thinks I might have cared for Mr.
Markham, perhaps did care for him, and my supposed engagement to himself
spoilt and prevented things ever coming to a head.