CHAPTER XIIIThe events of this day were to be collected, catalogued, sorted, and re-sorted. Everything that everyone did or said, however trifling, however unimportant in itself, came to be scrutinized and put under a microscope. There are days like that, but you don’t know until afterwards that the small, foolish things you do or the hasty words you say are going to be raked up, and picked over, and brought into judgment. If you had known, you would of course have behaved quite differently. But you don’t know—you never know—until it is too late. Only one of the people in Vandeleur House had any idea that what was said and done that day might make all the difference between safety and disaster.
Meade came back to No. 3, and made a neat parcel of the spencer, which she addressed to Mrs. Sp
