Johnyxxx
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Hi,
Can anybody tell me if to overplay one´s hand means to risk here?
She had the grace to smile. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not here in any official capacity. Maybe I just have the Barsham curiosity.”
Anne broke in on that. “I can’t understand why she hasn’t come down. She’s a very light sleeper. She hears the smallest noise.”
“She must be worn out,” Ellen Hoskins commented.
“Yes,” I agreed, but the explanation was unsatisfactory to some watchful segment of my mind. I still believe that Mrs Walters should have come downstairs when Ellen Hoskins arrived. I think she overplayed her hand, just that one time. She overplayed it because she should have realized that neither Anne nor I would be quite willing to believe that she was really asleep. And yet, it is actually possible she really was asleep. That day must have put an intolerable strain on her.
However it was, the three of us went on talking inconsequences for what seemed like an eternity, trying not to let the tide of silence dammed-up in that house flood over us. At least that was what Anne and I were talking for. Ellen Hoskins appeared to have no purpose but the social one. Once I thought to myself that this conversational night piece was fantastic beyond any credence.
Edge of Running Water by William Sloane, 1939.
Thanks a lot.
Can anybody tell me if to overplay one´s hand means to risk here?
She had the grace to smile. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not here in any official capacity. Maybe I just have the Barsham curiosity.”
Anne broke in on that. “I can’t understand why she hasn’t come down. She’s a very light sleeper. She hears the smallest noise.”
“She must be worn out,” Ellen Hoskins commented.
“Yes,” I agreed, but the explanation was unsatisfactory to some watchful segment of my mind. I still believe that Mrs Walters should have come downstairs when Ellen Hoskins arrived. I think she overplayed her hand, just that one time. She overplayed it because she should have realized that neither Anne nor I would be quite willing to believe that she was really asleep. And yet, it is actually possible she really was asleep. That day must have put an intolerable strain on her.
However it was, the three of us went on talking inconsequences for what seemed like an eternity, trying not to let the tide of silence dammed-up in that house flood over us. At least that was what Anne and I were talking for. Ellen Hoskins appeared to have no purpose but the social one. Once I thought to myself that this conversational night piece was fantastic beyond any credence.
Edge of Running Water by William Sloane, 1939.
Thanks a lot.