‘Corven versus Corven and Croom – husband’s petition,’ and she gave Clare’s arm a convulsive squeeze.
‘If your Lordship pleases –’
Out of the tail of her eye she could see a handsome, small-whiskered visage, winy under its wig.
The Judge’s face, folded and far away, as of a priest or of a tortoise, was poked forward suddenly. His gaze, knowing and impersonal, seemed taking her in, and she felt curiously small. He drew his head back, as suddenly.
The slow rich voice behind her began retailing the names and positions of the ‘parties,’ the places of their marriage and cohabitation; it paused a moment and then went on:
‘In the middle of September of last year, while the petitioner was up-country in discharge of official duty, the respondent, without a word of warning, left her home and sailed for England. On board the ship was the co-respondent. It is said by the defence, I believe, that these two had not met before. I shall suggest that they had met, or at all events had had every opportunity of so meeting.’
Dinny saw her sister’s little disdainful shrug.
‘However that may be,’ proceeded the slow voice, ‘there is no question that they were always together on the ship, and I shall show that towards the end of the voyage the co-respondent was seen coming out of the respondent’s stateroom.’ On and on the voice drooled till it reached the words : ‘I will not dwell, members of the jury, on the details of the watch kept on the respondent’s and co-respondent’s movements; you will have these from the mouths of expert and reputable witnesses. Sir Gerald Corven.’
When Dinny raised her eyes he was already in the box, his face carved out of an even harder wood than she had thought. She was conscious of the resentment on her father’s face, of the Judge taking up his pen, of Clare clenching her hands on her lap; of ‘very young’ Roger’s narrowed eyes; of the foreman’s slightly opening mouth, and the third jurywoman’s smothered sneeze; conscious of the brownness in this place – it oozed brownness as if designed to dinge all that was rose, blue, silver, gold or even green in human life.
The slow voice began its questioning, ceased its questioning; the personable owner of it closed, as it were, black wings; and a different voice behind her said:
‘You thought it your duty, sir, to institute these proceedings?’
‘Yes.’
‘No animus?’
‘None.’
‘This claim for damages – not very usual, is it, nowadays among men of honour?’
‘They will be settled on my wife.’
‘Has your wife indicated in any way that she wishes you to support her?’
‘No.’
‘Would it surprise you to hear that she would not take a penny from you, whether it came from the co-respondent or not?’
Dinny saw the cat-like smile beneath the cut moustache.
‘Nothing would surprise me.’
‘It did not even surprise you that she left you?’
She looked round at the questioner. So this was Instone, whom Dornford had said was ‘very handicapped’! He seemed to her to have one of those faces, with dominant noses, that nothing could handicap.
‘Yes that did surprise me.’
‘Now, why?… Perhaps you would translate that movement into words, sir?’
‘Do wives generally leave their husbands without reason given?’
‘Not unless the reason is too obvious to require statement. Was that the case?’
‘No.’
‘What should you say, then, was the reason? You are the person best able to form an opinion.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Who then?’
‘My wife herself.’
‘Still you must have some suspicion. Would you mind saying what it was?’
‘I should.’
‘Now, sir, you are on your oath. Did you or did you not ill-treat your wife in any way?’
‘I admit one incident which I regret and for which I have apologized.’
‘What was that incident?’
Dinny, sitting taut between her father and her sister, feeling in her whole being the vibration of their pride and her own, heard the slow rich voice strike in behind her.
‘My Lord, I submit that my friend is not entitled to ask that question.’
‘My Lord –’
‘I must stop you, Mr Instone.’
‘I bow to your Lordship’s ruling…. Are you a hot-tempered man, sir?’
‘No.’
‘There would be a certain deliberation about your actions, at all times?’
‘I hope so.’
‘Even when those actions were not – shall we say – benevolent?’
‘Yes.’
‘I see; and I am sure the jury also does. Now, sir, let me take you to another point. You suggest that your wife and Mr Croom had met in Ceylon?’