Mr. Mangan nodded his approval.
"Upon my word," he confessed, "it will be a joy to me to go and see some of these fellows without having to put 'em off about repairs and that sort of thing. Johnson has had the worst of it, poor chap, but there are one or two of them took it into their heads to come up to London and worry me at the office."
"I intend that there shall be no more dissatisfaction amongst my tenants."
Mr. Mangan set off for another prowl towards the sideboard.
"Satisfied tenants you never will get in Norfolk," he declared. "I must admit, though, that some of them have had cause to grumble lately. There's a fellow round by Wells who farms nearly eight hundred acres--"
He broke off in his speech. There was a knock at the door, not an ordinary knock at all, but a measured, deliberate tapping, three times repeated.
"Come in," Dominey called out.
Mrs. Unthank entered, severer, more unattractive than ever in the hard morning light. She came to the end of the table, facing the place where Dominey was seated.
"Good morning, Mrs. Unthank," he said.
She ignored the greeting.
"I am the bearer of a message," she announced.
"Pray deliver it," Dominey replied.
"Her ladyship would be glad for you to visit her in her apartment at once."
Dominey leaned back in his chair. His eyes were fixed upon the face of the woman whose antagonism to himself was so apparent. She stood in the path of a long gleam of morning sunlight. The wrinkles in her face, her hard mouth, her cold, steely eyes were all clearly revealed.
"I am not at all sure," he said, with a purpose in the words, "that any further meeting between Lady Dominey and myself is at present desirable."
If he had thought to disturb this messenger by his suggestion, he was disappointed.
"Her ladyship desires me to assure you," she added, with a note of contempt in her tone, "that you need be under no apprehension."
Dominey admitted defeat and poured himself out some more coffee. Neither of the two noticed that his fingers were trembling.
"Her ladyship is very considerate," he said. "Kindly say that I shall follow you in a few minutes."
Dominey, following within a very few minutes of his summons, was ushered into an apartment large and sombrely elegant, an apartment of faded white and gold walls, of chandeliers glittering with lustres, of Louise Quinze furniture, shabby but priceless. To his surprise, although he scarcely noticed it at the time, Mrs. Unthank promptly disappeared. He was from the first left alone with the woman whom he had come to visit.