sawthat
he
had
blushed
to
the
ears
at
the
lightly
spoken
words
—
if
he
had
been
in
her
room
last
night
;
the
impropriety
of
them
to
him
was
evident
.
For
a
moment
she
blushed
,
too
,
then
she
recovered
herself
and
grew
impatient
with
one
so
artificial
—
and
yet
so
simple
,
so
self-conscious
—
and
yet
so
unconscious
,
so
desperately
stupid
—
and
yet
so
uncomfortably
clear-sighted
.
CHAPTER
V
THE
EXCURSION
The
following
Monday
was
fine
and
warm
,
and
since
the
whole
previous
week
had
also
been
fine
and
warm
,
Mevrouw
thought
they
might
venture
to
make
the
talked-of
excursion
.
Messages
were
accordingly
sent
to
the
Snieders
,
and
from
the
Snieders
back
again
,
and
after
a
wonderful
amount
of
talk
and
arranging
,
everything
was
settled
.
Dinner
was
a
little
early
that
day
,
and
a
little
hurried
,
though
,
since
the
carriage
was
not
to
come
till
after
five
o'clock
,
there
was
perhaps
not
much
need
for
that
.
However
,
it
is
not
every
day
in
the
week
one
makes
an
excursion
,
so
naturally
things
cannot
be
expected
to
go
quite
as
usual
when
such
an
event
occurs
.
The
carriage
came
,
Mevrouw
had
been
waiting
ten
minutes
,
and
three
times
been
to
see
why
Julia
was
not
waiting
with
her
.
At
the
sound
of
wheels
Julia
came
out
;
she
had
just
finished
washing
the
glasses
(
which
she
had
been
told
not
to
touch
,
as
there
was
certainly
no
time
)
.
She
was
quite
ready
,
but
Mevrouw
at
that
moment
discovered
that
she
had
the
wrong
sunshade
.
Julia
fetched
the
right
one
and
carried
it
out
for
the
old
lady
;
also
an
umbrella
with
a
bow
on
the
handle
,
a
mackintosh
,
a
shawl
,
and
a
large
basket
.
Mijnheer
came
from
the
office
with
his
spectacles
pushed
up
on
his
forehead
,
and
a
minute
later
Joost
also
came
to
say
good-bye
;
even
the
maidservant
came
from
the
kitchen
to
see
them
start
.
The
carriage
drew
up
;
it
was
a
strange-looking
vehicle
,
in
shape
something
between
a
hearse
and
an
ark
on
wheels
,
but
with
the
greater
part
of
the
sides
open
to
the
air
.
Vrouw
Snieder
and
her
two
daughters
were
already
within
,
with
their
bow-trimmed
umbrellas
,
sunshades
,
mackintoshes
,
shawls
and
basket
.
There
was
necessarily
a
good
deal
of
greeting
;
Mijnheer
and
Joost
shook
hands
with
all
the
three
ladies
,
and
inquired
after
Herr
Snieder
,
and
received
polite
inquiries
in
return
.
Then
Denah
insisted
on
getting
out
,
so
that
Mevrouw
should
be
better
able
to
get
in
;
also
to
show
that
she
was
athletic
and
agile
,
like
an
English
girl
,
and
thought
nothing
of
getting
in
and
out
of
a
high
carriage
.
Mevrouw
kissed
her
husband
and
son
,
twice
each
,
very
loud
,
called
a
good-bye
to
the
servant
,
and
got
in
.
Julia
shook
hands
,
said
good-bye
,
and
also
got
in
.
Denah
watched
her
,
and
observed
the
shape
of
her
feet
and
ankles
jealously
.
She
glanced
sharply
at
Joost
,
but
he
was
not
guilty
of
such
indecorum
as
even
thinking
about
any
girl
's
legs
,
so
,
having
said
her
good-bye
,
she
got
in
reassured
.
Finally
they
drove
away
amid
wishes
for
a
safe
drive
and
a
pleasant
excursion
.
Of
course
there
was
a
little
settling
to
do
inside
the
carriage
,
the
wraps
and
baskets
to
be
disposed
of
,
and
each
person
to
be
assured
that
the
others
had
enough
room
,
and
just
the
place
they
preferred
to
any
other
.
By
the
time
that
was
done
they
stopped
again
at
the
house
of
Mijnheer
's
head
clerk
;
here
they
were
to
take
up
two
children
,
girls
of
fourteen
and
fifteen
,
who
had
been
invited
to
come
with
the
party
.
The
carriage
was
not
kept
waiting
,
the
children
were
out
before
it
had
fairly
stopped
;
they
were
flaxenly
fair
girls
,
wearing
little
blue
earrings
,
Sunday
hats
,
and
cotton
gloves
of
course
—
all
the
party
wore
cotton
gloves
;
it
was
,
Julia
judged
,
part
of
the
excursion
outfit
.
Now
they
were
really
off
,
driving
out
beyond
the
outskirts
of
the
town
;
along
flat
roads
where
the
wheels
sank
noiselessly
into
the
soft
sand
,
and
the
horses
'
feet
clattered
on
the
narrow
brick
track
in
the
centre
.
For
a
time
they
followed
the
canal
closely
,
but
soon
they
left
it
,
and
saw
in
the
distance
nothing
but
its
high
green
banks
,
with
the
brown
sails
of
boats
showing
above
,
and
looking
as
if
they
were
a
good
deal
higher
than
the
carriage
road
.
They
passed
small
fields
,
subdivided
into
yet
smaller
patches
,
and
all
very
highly
cultivated
.
And
small
black
and
white
houses
,
and
small
black
and
white
cows
,
and
black
and
white
goats
,
and
dogs
,
and
even
cats
of
the
same
combination
of
colour
.
Everything
was
rather
small
,
but
everywhere
very
tidy
;
nothing
out
of
its
place
or
wasted
,
and
nobody
hurrying
or
idling
;
all
were
busy
,
with
a
small
bustling
business
,
as
unlike
aggressive
English
idleness
as
it
was
unlike
the
deceptive
,
leisurely
power
of
English
work
.
Denah
and
Anna
looked
out
of
either
side
of
the
carriage
,
and
pointed
out
things
to
Julia
and
the
two
little
girls
.
Here
it
was
what
they
called
a
country
seat
,
a
sort
of
castellated
variety
of
overgrown
chalêt
,
surrounded
by
a
wonderful
garden
of
blazing
flower-beds
and
emerald
lawns
,
all
set
round
with
rows
and
rows
of
plants
in
bright
red
pots
.
Or
there
it
was
a
cemetery
,
where
the
peaceful
aspect
made
Denah
sentimental
,
and
the
beauty
of
the
trees
drew
Anna
's
praise
.
The
two
elder
ladies
paid
less
attention
to
what
they
passed
;
they
contented
themselves
with
leaning
back
and
saying
how
beautiful
the
air
was
,
and
how
refreshing
the
country
.
The
girls
said
that
as
well
;
they
all
agreed
six
times
within
the
hour
that
it
was
a
delightful
expedition
,
and
they
enjoying
it
much
.
In
time
they
came
to
the
wood
.
An
unpaved
road
ran
through
it
of
soft
,
deep
sand
,
which
deadened
every
sound
;
on
either
hand
the
trees
rose
,
pines
and
larch
and
beech
principally
,
with
a
few
large-leafed
shivering
poplars
here
and
there
.
There
was
no
undergrowth
,
and
few
bird
songs
,
only
the
dim
wood
aisles
stretching
away
,
quiet
and
green
.
Suddenly
it
seemed
to
Julia
that
the
world
's
horizon
had
been
stretched
,
the
little
neatness
,
the
clean
,
trim
brightness
,
the
bustling
,
industrious
toy
world
was
gone
;
in
its
place
was
the
twilight
of
the
trees
,
the
silence
,
the
repose
,
the
haunting
,
indefinable
sense
of
home
which
is
only
to
be
found
in
these
cathedrals
of
Nature
's
making
.
"
Ah
,
the
wood
!
"
Denah
said
,
with
a
profound
sigh
.
"
The
beautiful
wood
!
Miss
Julia
,
do
you
not
love
it
?
"
Julia
did
not
assent
,
but
Denah
went
on
quite
satisfied
,
"
You
cannot
love
it
as
I
do
;
I
think
I
am
a
child
of
Nature
,
nothing
would
please
me
more
than
always
to
live
here
.
"
"
You
would
have
to
go
into
the
town
sometimes
,
"
Julia
said
,
"
to
buy
gloves
;
the
ones
you
have
would
not
last
for
ever
.
"
Denah
looked
a
little
puzzled
by
the
difficulty
;
she
had
not
apparently
thought
out
the
details
of
life
in
a
natural
state
;
but
before
she
could
come
to
any
conclusion
one
of
the
little
girls
cried
,
"
Music
—
I
hear
music
!
"
All
the
ladies
said
"
Delicious
!
"
together
,
and
"
How
beautiful
!
"
and
Denah
,
content
to
ignore
Nature
,
added
rapturously
,
"
Music
in
the
wood
!
Ah
,
exquisite
!
two
beauties
together
!
"
Julia
echoed
the
remark
,
though
the
music
was
that
of
a
piano-organ
.
The
horizon
had
drawn
in
again
,
and
the
prospect
narrowed
;
the
silence
was
full
of
noises
now
,
voices
and
laughter
,
amidst
which
the
organ
notes
did
not
seem
out
of
place
.
And
near
at
hand
under
the
trees
there
were
tables
spread
and
people
having
tea
,
enjoying
themselves
in
a
simple-hearted
,
noisy
fashion
,
in
no
way
suggestive
of
cathedral
twilight
.
The
carriage
was
put
up
,
the
tea
ordered
,
and
in
a
little
they
,
too
,
were
sitting
at
one
of
the
square
tables
.
Each
lady
was
provided
with
a
high
wooden
chair
,
and
a
little
wooden
box
footstool
.
A
kettle
on
a
hot
potful
of
smouldering
wood
ashes
was
set
on
the
table
;
cups
and
saucers
and
goats
'
milk
were
also
supplied
to
them
,
and
opaque
beet-root
sugar
.
The
food
they
had
brought
in
their
baskets
,
big
new
broodje
split
in
half
,
buttered
and
put
together
again
with
a
slither
of
Dutch
cheese
between
.
These
and
,
to
wind
up
with
,
some
thin
sweet
biscuits
carried
in
a
papier-maché
box
,
and
handed
out
singly
by
Vrouw
Van
Heigen
,
who
had
brought
them
as
a
surprise
and
a
treat
.
"
Do
they
have
such
picnics
as
this
in
England
?
"
Anna
asked
,
as
she
gathered
up
the
crumbs
of
her
biscuit
.
"
I
have
never
been
to
one
,
"
Julia
answered
,
and
inwardly
she
thought
of
her
mother
and
Violet
driving
in
a
wheeled
ark
to
the
wood
,
there
to
sit
at
little
wooden
tables
and
stretch
their
mouths
in
the
public
eye
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Vrouw
Snieder
;
"
then
it
is
all
the
more
of
a
pleasure
and
a
novelty
to
you
.
"
Julia
said
it
was
,
and
soon
afterwards
they
rose
from
the
table
to
walk
in
the
wood
.
The
two
elder
ladies
did
not
get
far
,
and
before
long
came
back
to
sit
on
their
wooden
chairs
again
.
The
girls
went
some
little
distance
,
all
keeping
together
,
and
being
careful
not
to
wander
out
of
sight
and
sound
of
the
other
picnic
parties
.
Once
when
they
came
to
the
extreme
limit
of
their
walk
,
Julia
half-hesitated
.
She
looked
into
the
quiet
green
distance
.
It
would
be
easy
to
leave
them
,
to
give
them
the
slip
;
she
could
walk
at
double
their
pace
with
half
their
exer
tion
,
she
could
lose
herself
among
the
trees
while
they
were
wondering
why
she
had
gone
,
and
making
up
their
minds
to
follow
her
;
and
,
most
important
of
all
,
when
she
came
back
she
could
explain
everything
quite
easily
,
so
that
they
would
not
think
it
in
the
least
strange
—
an
accident
,
a
missing
of
the
way
,
anything
.
Should
she
do
it
—
should
she
?
The
wild
creature
that
had
lived
half-smothered
within
her
for
all
the
twenty
years
of
her
life
fluttered
and
stirred
.
It
had
stirred
before
,
rebelling
against
the
shams
of
the
Marbridge
life
,
as
it
rebelled
against
the
restrictions
of
the
present
;
it
had
never
had
scope
or
found
vent
;
still
,
for
all
that
it
was
not
dead
;
possibly
,
even
,
it
was
growing
stronger
;
it
called
her
now
to
run
away
.
But
she
did
not
do
it
;
advisability
,
the
Polkingtons
'
patron
saint
,
suggested
to
her
that
one
does
not
learn
to
shine
in
the
caged
life
by
allowing
oneself
the
luxury
of
occasional
escape
.
She
turned
her
back
on
the
green
distance
.
"
Shall
we
not
go
back
to
where
the
music
is
playing
?
"
she
said
.
They
went
,
walking
with
their
arms
entwined
as
other
girls
were
doing
,
Julia
between
the
broad
,
white-skinned
sisters
,
like
a
rapier
between
cushions
.
The
two
younger
girls
ran
on
in
front
.
"
There
is
Mevrouw
,
"
they
cried
.
"
She
is
calling
us
.
The
carriage
is
ready
,
too
;
oh
,
do
you
think
it
is
already
time
to
go
?
"
It
seemed
as
if
it
really
was
the
case
.
Vrouw
Snieder
stood
clapping
her
hands
and
beckoning
to
them
,
and
the
coachman
appeared
impatient
to
be
off
.
With
reluctance
,
and
many
times
repeated
regrets
,
they
collected
their
wraps
and
baskets
,
and
got
into
the
carriage
.
"
Good-bye
,
beautiful
wood
,
good-bye
!
"
Denah
said
,
leaning
far
out
as
they
started
.
"
Oh
,
if
one
could
but
remain
here
till
the
moon
rose
!
"
"
It
would
be
very
damp
,
"
her
mother
observed
.
"
The
dew
would
fall
.
"
To
which
incontestable
remark
Denah
made
no
reply
.
The
return
journey
was
much
like
the
drive
there
,
with
one
exception
;
they
passed
one
object
of
interest
they
had
not
seen
before
.
It
was
when
they
were
nearing
the
outskirts
of
the
town
that
Anna
exclaimed
,
"
An
Englishman
!
Look
,
look
,
Miss
Julia
,
a
compatriot
of
yours
!
"
The
season
was
full
early
for
tourists
,
and
at
no
time
did
the
place
attract
many
.
Englishmen
who
came
now
probably
came
on
business
which
was
unlikely
to
bring
them
out
to
these
quiet
,
flat
fields
.
But
Anna
and
Denah
,
who
joined
her
in
a
much
more
demonstrative
look-out
than
Marbridge
would
have
considered
well-bred
,
were
insistent
on
the
nationality
.
"
He
walks
like
an
Englishman
,
"
Anna
said
,
"
as
if
all
the
world
belonged
to
him
.
"
"
And
looks
like
one
,
"
Denah
added
;
"
he
has
no
moustache
,
and
wears
a
glass
in
his
eye
,
look
,
Miss
Julia
.
"
Julia
looked
,
then
drew
back
rather
quickly
.
They
were
right
,
it
was
an
Englishman
;
it
was
of
all
men
Rawson-Clew
.
What
was
he
doing
here
?
By
what
extraordinary
chance
he
came
to
be
in
this
unlikely
place
she
could
not
think
.
She
was
very
glad
that
Mevrouw
felt
the
air
chilly
,
and
so
had
had
the
leather
flaps
pulled
over
part
of
the
open
sides
of
the
carriage
;
this
and
the
eager
sisters
screened
her
so
well
that
it
was
unlikely
he
could
see
her
.
"
Is
he
not
an
Englishman
?
"
Anna
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
;
"
one
could
not
mistake
him
for
anything
else
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
he
recognised
you
as
a
country-woman
,
"
Anna
speculated
;
and
Julia
said
she
did
not
consider
herself
typically
English
in
appearance
.
The
sisters
talked
for
the
rest
of
the
way
of
the
Englishman
;
of
his
air
and
bearing
,
and
the
fact
,
of
which
they
declared
themselves
convinced
,
that
he
was
a
person
of
distinction
.
But
it
was
not
till
the
drive
was
over
,
and
the
party
had
separated
,
that
Denah
was
able
to
say
what
was
burning
on
her
tongue
.
They
had
left
the
clerk
's
children
at
their
house
,
said
good-bye
to
Vrouw
Van
Heigen
and
Julia
,
and
were
within
their
own
home
at
last
;
the
girls
went
up
to
their
bedroom
,
and
Denah
carefully
fastened
the
door
,
then
she
said
mysteriously
,
"
Miss
Julia
knows
that
Englishman
.
"
Anna
jumped
at
the
intelligence
,
and
still
more
at
the
tone
.
"
Did
she
tell
you
?
"
she
asked
.
"
No
,
"
Denah
replied
with
some
scorn
;
"
she
would
not
tell
any
one
,
she
wishes
it
concealed
;
she
thinks
it
is
so
,
but
I
saw
it
.
"
The
tone
and
manner
suggested
many
things
,
but
Anna
was
a
terribly
matter-of-fact
person
,
to
whom
suggestions
were
nothing
.
"
Why
should
she
wish
it
concealed
?
"
she
inquired
.
"
I
do
not
know
why
,
"
Denah
answered
;
"
that
remains
to
be
seen
.
As
for
how
I
know
it
,
I
saw
it
in
her
face
;
when
she
looked
at
him
her
lips
became
set
,
and
her
eyes
—
she
looked
—
"
She
hesitated
for
a
word
,
and
dropped
to
the
homely
,
"
She
looked
as
if
she
would
bite
with
annoyance
that
he
should
be
here
.
The
expression
was
gone
in
a
moment
;
she
spoke
with
an
ease
and
naturalness
that
was
astonishing
,
even
disgusting
;
but
it
had
been
there
.
I
do
not
trust
her
.
"
The
last
was
said
with
great
seriousness
,
and
for
a
little
Anna
was
impressed
.
But
not
for
long
,
she
could
not
accept
such
evidence
as
this
;
in
her
opinion
it
was
"
fancy
.
"
"
You
read
too
many
romances
,
"
she
said
;
"
your
head
is
full
of
such
things
.
I
do
not
believe
Miss
Julia
knew
the
Englishman
,
she
would
not
have
hidden
from
us
her
knowledge
if
she
did
;
it
is
not
so
easy
to
hide
one
's
feelings
in
the
flash
of
an
eye
,
besides
there
was
no
reason
.
Also
"
—
this
as
an
afterthought
—
"
he
was
a
man
of
good
family
;
you
could
see
at
a
glance
that
he
was
of
the
aristocracy
,
while
she
is
a
paid
companion
to
Vrouw
Van
Heigen
;
she
could
never
before
have
met
him
.
"
Denah
,
however
,
was
not
convinced
;
she
only
repeated
darkly
,
"
I
mistrust
her
.
"
Julia
,
in
the
meantime
,
was
busy
with
her
household
duties
,
talking
over
the
excursion
the
while
with
Mevrouw
,
and
helping
to
detail
it
to
Mijnheer
.
At
last
the
table
was
ready
for
supper
and
the
coffee
made
.
Mevrouw
sat
with
her
crochet
,
and
Mijnheer
opposite
her
with
his
paper
.
It
wanted
more
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
to
supper
time
,
Julia
had
been
too
quick
;
still
it
did
not
matter
,
the
coffee
would
not
hurt
standing
on
the
spirit-stove
;
it
stood
there
half
the
day
.
She
had
all
this
time
to
spare
,
but
she
did
not
fetch
her
crochet
work
;
she
went
outside
to
the
veranda
.
It
was
almost
dark
by
this
time
,
as
dark
as
it
ever
got
on
these
nights
;
the
air
was
still
and
warm
.
She
opened
the
glass
door
and
went
out
and
sat
down
on
the
step
.
There
was
a
smell
of
water
in
the
air
,
not
unpleasant
,
but
quite
un-English
,
and
mixed
with
it
a
faint
smell
of
flowers
,
the
late
blooming
bulbs
have
little
scent
on
the
whole
;
it
was
more
the
heavy
dew
than
the
flowers
themselves
which
one
could
smell
.
It
was
very
quiet
out
here
;
the
town
,
at
no
time
noisy
,
was
some
distance
away
—
so
quiet
that
Julia
could
hear
the
ticking
of
Mr.
Gillat
's
large
watch
in
her
belt
.
She
pushed
it
further
down
;
she
did
not
want
to
hear
it
.
She
propped
her
elbows
on
her
knees
,
and
her
chin
on
her
hands
.
She
wished
she
had
not
seen
Rawson-Clew
that
day
;
she
wished
she
was
not
here
,
she
wished
there
was
no
such
thing
as
a
blue
daffodil
;
she
was
vaguely
angry
and
dissatisfied
,
but
not
willing
to
face
things
.
It
was
unlikely
that
the
man
had
seen
her
,
unlikely
that
she
would
see
him
again
;
but
he
was
incongruous
in
this
simple
life
,
and
he
brought
forcibly
home
the
incongruity
of
herself
and
her
errand
.
She
had
come
for
the
blue
daffodil
,
it
was
no
good
pretending
she
had
not
;
she
told
herself
angrily
,
as
she
had
told
herself
when
she
had
first
looked
at
Johnny
's
yellow-faced
watch
,
that
she
was
going
to
get
it
in
some
way
that
was
justifiable
.
Only
it
was
not
so
easy
to
believe
that
now
she
knew
more
about
it
and
the
Van
Heigens
.
But
she
must
have
it
,
that
was
the
argument
she
fell
back
on
,
the
necessity
was
so
great
that
she
was
justified
(
the
Polkingtons
had
always
found
necessity
a
justification
for
doing
things
that
could
be
anyhow
made
to
square
with
their
position
)
.
She
wished
she
had
not
been
for
the
excursion
to-day
,
that
she
lived
less
really
in
their
simple
,
sincere
life
.
She
wished
from
her
heart
that
the
Van
Heigens
had
been
different
sort
of
people
—
almost
any
other
sort
,
then
she
would
not
have
had
these
tiresome
feelings
—
Johnny
and
Johnny
's
watch
,
Joost
Van
Heigen
—
there
was
something
about
them
all
that
was
hatefully
embarrassing
.
No
self-respecting
thief
robbed
a
child
;
even
the
most
apathetic
conscience
revolted
at
such
an
idea
.
No
gentleman
worthy
of
the
name
attacked
an
unarmed
man
,
the
preparedness
of
the
parties
made
all
the
difference
between
murder
and
fair
fight
.
Of
course
,
in
the
abstract
,
stealing
was
stealing
under
all
conditions
,
and
killing
killing
,
and
both
open
to
condemnation
;
but
in
the
concrete
,
in
fact
,
the
equality
of
the
two
persons
made
all
the
difference
,
at
least
to
honour
.
Julia
moved
uneasily
and
looked
,
without
seeing
,
across
the
dark
garden
.
The
monotonous
sound
of
voices
floated
out
indistinctly
;
the
old
pair
in
the
sitting-room
were
talking
in
the
lamplight
,
Mevrouw
going
over
once
again
the
little
incidents
of
the
day
.
Joost
was
in
the
drawing-room
at
the
other
end
of
the
house
;
he
had
been
playing
some
of
his
favourite
composer
;
he
had
stopped
now
,
and
was
doubtless
sorting
his
music
and
putting
it
away
,
each
piece
four-square
and
absolutely
neat
.
Day
by
day
,
and
year
by
year
,
they
lived
this
quiet
life
,
with
a
drive
for
a
rare
holiday
treat
,
and
the
discovery
of
a
new
flower
as
the
goal
of
all
hope
and
ambition
.
Things
did
not
happen
to
them
,
bad
things
that
needed
doubtful
remedies
;
they
had
never
had
to
scratch
for
their
living
,
and
show
one
face
outwards
and
another
in
.
They
,
none
of
them
,
ever
wanted
to
do
things
;
they
had
not
the
courage
.
How
much
of
virtue
was
lack
of
courage
and
a
desire
not
to
be
remarkable
?
Julia
asked
herself
the
question
defiantly
,
and
did
not
hear
Joost
come
out
of
the
house
.
He
was
carrying
a
lantern
,
and
was
going
to
make
his
nightly
round
of
the
barns
.
She
did
not
hear
his
step
,
and
so
started
when
she
saw
the
light
swing
across
the
ground
at
her
feet
.
He
was
quite
as
startled
to
see
her
as
she
was
to
see
him
,
but
his
greeting
was
a
very
usual
question
in
Holland
,
"
Will
you
not
catch
cold
?
"
She
shook
her
head
,
and
he
asked
,
"
What
are
you
doing
?
Thinking
?
Weaving
in
your
head
all
that
you
have
seen
and
heard
to-day
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
;
"
I
was
thinking
about
courage
.
"
"
Courage
?
"
he
repeated
,
puzzled
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
very
different
in
different
places
;
some
people
are
afraid
to
tell
the
truth
,
so
they
lie
;
and
some
are
afraid
to
be
dishonest
,
so
they
are
honest
;
I
believe
it
depends
partly
on
fashion
.
"
Joost
set
down
the
lantern
in
sheer
surprise
.
"
Such
things
cannot
depend
on
fashion
,
"
he
said
severely
.
"
I
am
not
so
sure
,
"
Julia
answered
;
"
lots
of
things
you
would
not
expect
depend
on
it
.
I
know
people
who
sometimes
go
without
the
food
they
want
so
that
they
can
buy
expensive
cakes
to
show
off
when
their
acquaintances
come
to
tea
—
that
's
silly
,
is
n't
it
?
Then
I
know
other
people
who
blush
if
a
pair
of
breeches
,
or
something
equally
inoffensive
,
are
mentioned
;
that
seems
equally
silly
.
One
lot
of
people
is
ashamed
to
be
seen
eating
bread-and-cheese
suppers
,
another
lot
is
ashamed
to
be
seen
walking
off
the
side-walk
,
and
with
no
gloves
on
.
One
would
hardly
expect
in
,
yet
I
almost
believe
these
silly
little
things
somehow
make
a
difference
to
what
the
people
think
right
and
wrong
.
"
Joost
regarded
her
doubtfully
,
though
he
could
only
see
the
outline
of
her
face
.
"
Are
you
making
fun
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
do
not
know
when
you
are
making
fun
;
I
think
you
must
be
now
.
Are
you
speaking
of
us
?
"
"
I
never
felt
less
like
making
fun
in
my
life
,
"
Julia
answered
ignoring
the
last
question
.
Something
in
her
tone
struck
Joost
as
sad
,
and
he
forgot
his
question
in
sympathy
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
"
he
said
;
"
you
are
unhappy
,
and
I
have
intruded
upon
you
;
will
you
forgive
me
?
You
are
thinking
of
your
home
,
no
doubt
;
you
have
not
had
a
letter
from
England
for
a
long
time
.
"
Julia
wished
he
did
not
notice
so
many
things
.
"
I
did
not
expect
a
letter
,
"
she
said
;
"
my
eldest
sister
was
married
last
week
,
there
would
be
no
time
to
write
to
me
till
everything
was
over
;
most
likely
I
shall
hear
to-morrow
.
"
"
Is
your
sister
married
?
"
he
asked
;
"
and
you
were
not
able
to
be
present
?
"
"
It
is
too
far
to
go
home
from
here
,
"
Julia
said
;
then
asked
,
"
Were
you
going
to
the
barns
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
answered
,
suddenly
reminded
of
the
fact
.
Then
seeing
she
did
not
resume
her
seat
on
the
steps
,
he
ventured
diffidently
,
"
Will
you
come
too
?
"
She
assented
,
and
they
started
together
in
silence
,
Joost
thinking
her
homesick
,
not
knowing
quite
what
to
say
.
When
they
came
to
the
first
of
the
dark
buildings
they
went
in
,
and
he
swung
the
lantern
round
so
that
their
shadows
danced
fantastically
.
Then
he
tried
various
doors
,
and
glanced
up
the
wall-ladder
to
the
square
opening
which
led
to
the
floor
above
.
There
was
no
need
to
examine
the
place
minutely
,
it
was
all
quiet
and
dark
;
if
there
had
been
any
one
about
they
would
certainly
have
heard
,
and
if
there
had
been
anything
smouldering
—
a
danger
more
to
be
feared
,
seeing
that
the
men
smoked
everywhere
—
it
could
have
been
smelt
in
the
dry
air
.
"
I
like
these
barns
,
"
Julia
said
,
looking
round
:
"
they
are
so
big
and
quiet
and
orderly
,
somehow
so
respectable
.
"
"
Respectable
!
"
he
repeated
,
as
if
he
did
not
approve
of
the
word
.
"
Is
that
what
you
like
?
The
respectable
?
"
"
Yes
,
in
its
place
;
and
its
place
is
here
.
"
"
You
think
us
respectable
?
"
"
Well
,
are
you
not
?
I
think
you
are
the
most
respectable
people
in
the
world
.
"
She
led
the
way
through
to
the
next
barn
as
she
spoke
.
"
You
are
going
here
,
too
,
I
suppose
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
will
just
look
round
,
"
he
answered
.
They
went
on
together
until
they
came
to
the
last
barn
of
all
;
while
they
paused
there
a
moment
they
heard
a
rustling
and
movement
in
the
dark
,
far
corner
.
Joost
started
violently
,
then
he
said
,
"
It
is
a
rat
,
you
must
not
be
afraid
;
it
will
not
run
this
way
.
"
"
I
am
not
afraid
,
"
Julia
said
with
amusement
.
"
Do
you
think
I
am
afraid
of
rats
?
"
"
Girls
often
are
.
"
"
Well
,
I
am
not
,
"
and
it
was
clear
from
her
manner
that
she
spoke
the
truth
.
"
Would
you
be
afraid
to
come
out
here
alone
?
"
he
asked
curiously
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
;
"
any
night
that
you
like
I
will
come
here
alone
,
go
through
the
barns
and
fasten
the
doors
.
"
"
I
do
not
believe
there
are
many
girls
who
would
do
that
,
"
he
said
;
he
was
thinking
of
Denah
and
Anna
.
Julia
told
him
there
were
plenty
who
would
.
As
they
came
back
,
stopping
to
fasten
each
door
after
them
,
he
remarked
,
"
I
think
girls
are
usually
brought
up
with
too
much
protection
;
I
mean
girls
of
our
class
,
they
are
too
much
shielded
;
one
has
them
for
the
house
only
;
if
they
were
flowers
I
would
call
them
stove-plants
.
"
Julia
laughed
.
"
You
believe
in
the
emancipation
of
women
then
?
"
she
said
;
"
you
would
rather
a
woman
could
take
care
of
herself
,
and
not
be
afraid
,
than
be
womanly
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
answered
;
"
I
would
like
them
to
be
both
,
as
you
are
.
"
They
had
come
outside
now
;
she
was
standing
in
the
misty
moon-light
,
while
he
stayed
to
fasten
the
last
door
.
"
I
?
"
she
said
;
"
you
seem
to
think
me
a
paragon
—
clever
,
brave
,
womanly
.
Do
you
know
what
I
really
am
?
I
am
bad
;
by
a
long
way
the
wickedest
person
you
have
known
.
"
But
he
did
not
believe
her
,
which
was
perhaps
not
altogether
surprising
.
CHAPTER
VI
DEBTOR
AND
CREDITOR
Violet
Polkington
was
married
,
and
,
as
a
consequence
,
the
financial
affairs
of
the
family
were
in
a
state
that
can
only
be
described
as
wonderful
.
They
were
intricately
involved
,
of
course
,
and
there
was
no
chance
of
their
being
clear
again
for
a
year
at
least
;
but
,
also
,
there
was
no
chance
of
them
being
found
out
,
appearances
were
better
than
ever
.
Mr.
Frazer
had
been
given
a
small
living
,
whether
by
the
deserved
kindness
of
fortune
,
or
by
reason
of
his
own
efforts
,
or
the
Polkingtons
,
is
not
known
.
Anyhow
he
had
it
,
and
he
and
Violet
were
married
in
June
with
all
necessary
éclat
.
Local
papers
described
the
event
in
glowing
terms
,
appreciative
friends
said
it
was
the
prettiest
wedding
in
years
,
and
in
due
time
Chèrie
wrote
and
told
Julia
about
it
.
The
Captain
also
wrote
;
his
point
of
view
was
rather
different
,
but
his
letter
filled
up
gaps
in
Chèrie
's
information
,
and
Julia
's
own
past
experience
filled
up
the
remaining
gaps
in
both
.
The
letters
came
on
Tuesday
,
as
Julia
expected
,
a
little
before
dinner
time
;
she
was
still
reading
them
when
Mijnheer
and
his
son
came
in
from
the
office
.
Joost
smiled
sympathetically
when
he
saw
she
had
them
,
glad
on
her
account
;
and
she
,
almost
unconsciously
,
crumpled
together
the
sheets
that
lay
on
the
table
beside
her
,
as
if
she
were
afraid
they
would
betray
their
contents
to
him
.
"
You
have
good
news
from
home
?
"
said
Mijnheer
;
"
your
parents
are
well
?
"
"
Quite
well
,
thank
you
,
"
Julia
answered
.
She
had
just
come
to
the
place
in
her
father
's
letter
where
he
regretted
that
such
very
light
refreshments
were
the
fashion
at
wedding
receptions
.
"
It
is
,
of
course
,
as
your
mother
says
,
less
expensive
,
but
at
such
a
time
who
would
spare
expense
—
if
it
were
the
fashion
?
I
assure
you
I
had
literally
nothing
to
eat
at
the
time
,
or
afterwards
;
your
mother
thinking
it
advisable
as
soon
as
we
were
alone
,
to
put
away
the
cakes
for
future
visitors
.
At
such
a
time
,
when
a
man
's
feelings
are
nearly
touched
,
he
needs
support
;
I
did
not
have
it
,
and
I
cannot
say
that
I
have
felt
myself
since
.
"
Julia
read
to
the
end
of
the
letter
;
Mijnheer
had
by
this
time
taken
up
a
paper
,
but
Joost
watched
her
as
she
folded
the
sheets
.
He
did
not
speak
,
it
seemed
he
would
not
intrude
upon
her
;
there
was
something
dog-like
in
this
sympathy
with
what
was
not
understood
.
She
felt
vaguely
uncomfortable
by
reason
of
it
,
and
spoke
to
break
the
spell
.
"
Everything
went
off
very
well
,
"
she
said
.
The
words
were
for
him
alone
,
since
Mijnheer
was
now
reading
,
and
also
knew
nothing
of
the
subject
.
The
smile
brightened
on
his
face
.
"
Did
it
?
"
he
answered
.
"
I
am
very
glad
.
They
must
have
missed
you
much
,
and
thought
often
of
you
.
"
Julia
nodded
.
Chèrie
had
said
.
"
I
must
say
I
think
it
is
a
pity
you
were
not
here
;
it
is
important
to
have
some
one
with
a
head
in
the
background
;
mother
and
I
had
to
be
the
fore
,
so
of
course
we
could
not
do
it
;
if
you
had
been
here
several
things
would
have
gone
better
,
and
some
waste
have
been
saved
.
"
This
remark
Julia
did
not
communicate
to
Joost
;
she
put
the
letter
in
her
pocket
,
and
went
to
fetch
the
dinner
.
After
dinner
she
was
to
go
on
an
errand
for
Mevrouw
.
It
would
take
a
long
time
,
all
the
evening
in
fact
,
for
it
was
to
an
old
relative
who
lived
in
a
village
about
three
miles
from
the
town
.
Walking
was
the
only
way
of
getting
to
the
place
,
except
twice
a
week
when
a
little
cargo
boat
went
down
the
canal
,
and
took
some
hours
about
it
.
This
was
neither
the
day
nor
the
time
for
the
boat
,
Julia
would
have
to
walk
;
but
,
as
she
assured
Mevrouw
,
she
much
preferred
it
.
Accordingly
,
as
soon
as
dinner
was
finished
,
she
was
given
a
great
many
messages
,
mostly
of
a
condoling
nature
,
for
the
old
lady
was
ill
in
bed
,
some
strengthening
soup
,
and
a
little
bottle
of
the
peach-brandy
.
With
these
things
packed
in
a
substantial
marketing
basket
,
she
started
.
Through
the
town
she
went
with
that
easy
step
and
indifference
to
the
presence
of
other
people
that
Denah
so
criticised
,
faster
and
faster
her
spirits
rising
.
Once
or
twice
she
looked
in
at
the
low
windows
that
stood
open
on
the
shady
side
of
the
street
;
there
she
saw
the
heads
of
families
smoking
their
after-dinner
pipes
,
while
their
wives
and
daughters
sat
crocheting
and
watching
the
passersby
.
There
were
chairs
with
crimson
velvet
seats
in
most
of
the
rooms
,
and
funny
little
cabinet
,
or
side-board
things
of
bright
red
mahogany
,
with
modern
Delft
vases
,
very
blue
indeed
,
upon
them
.
And
always
there
was
a
certain
snugness
,
perhaps
even
smugness
,
about
the
rooms
.
At
least
,
so
it
seemed
to
her
as
she
looked
in
,
almost
insolently
pleased
to
be
outside
,
to
be
free
and
alone
.
In
time
she
came
to
the
outskirts
of
the
town
,
the
canal
lay
on
her
right
,
and
on
her
left
,
flat
green
fields
,
cut
up
by
innumerable
ditches
,
and
set
with
frequent
windmills
,
all
black
and
white
,
and
mostly
used
for
maintaining
the
water
level
.
There
were
people
busy
in
the
fields
,
but
to
Julia
they
only
gave
the
idea
of
ants
,
and
did
not
intrude
upon
her
mind
in
the
least
.
It
was
all
very
quiet
and
green
around
,
and
quiet
and
blue
above
,
except
for
the
larks
singing
rapturously
.
Certainly
it
was
very
good
to
be
away
from
the
Van
Heigens
,
away
from
the
ceaseless
little
reiteration
of
Mevrouw
's
talk
,
from
the
minute
,
punctilious
conventions
,
from
Joost
's
quiet
gaze
,
from
the
proximity
of
the
hateful
,
necessary
blue
daffodil
.
With
a
violent
rebound
Julia
shook
off
the
feeling
that
had
been
growing
on
her
of
late
,
and
was
once
more
possibly
reckless
,
but
certainly
free
,
and
no
longer
under
the
spell
of
her
surroundings
.
Her
young
blood
coursed
quickly
,
her
eyes
shone
,
the
basket
she
carried
grew
light
;
she
might
have
sung
as
she
went
had
not
Nature
,
in
withholding
the
ability
,
also
kindly
withheld
the
inclination
.
Soon
after
leaving
the
town
,
a
side
road
cut
into
the
main
one
;
a
waggon
was
lumbering
down
it
at
no
great
pace
,
but
just
before
the
branch
road
joined
the
main
one
the
driver
cracked
his
whip
loudly
,
so
that
his
team
of
young
horses
started
forward
suddenly
.
Too
suddenly
for
the
comprehension
of
some
children
who
were
playing
in
the
road
;
for
a
second
or
more
they
looked
at
the
approaching
waggon
,
then
,
when
the
necessity
dawned
upon
them
,
they
ran
for
safety
,
one
one
way
,
one
another
,
and
the
third
,
a
baby
boy
,
like
a
chicken
,
half
across
the
way
to
the
right
,
then
,
after
a
scurry
in
the
middle
,
back
again
to
the
left
,
under
the
horses
'
feet
.
Julia
shouted
to
him
,
but
in
the
excitement
of
the
moment
she
spoke
English
,
and
not
Dutch
,
though
it
hardly
mattered
,
for
the
little
boy
was
far
too
frightened
to
understand
anything
.
It
certainly
would
have
fared
badly
with
him
had
she
not
followed
up
her
cry
by
darting
into
the
road
,
seizing
him
by
the
shoulder
,
and
flinging
him
with
considerable
force
against
the
green
wayside
bank
.
She
was
only
just
in
time
;
as
it
was
,
the
foremost
horse
struck
her
shoulder
and
sent
her
rolling
into
the
dust
.
For
an
instant
she
lay
there
,
perilously
near
the
big
grinding
wheels
;
an
almost
imperceptible
space
,
yet
somehow
long
enough
for
her
to
decide
quite
calmly
that
it
was
impossible
to
scramble
to
her
feet
in
time
,
so
she
had
better
draw
her
legs
up
and
trust
to
the
wheels
missing
her
.
Then
suddenly
the
wheels
stopped
,
and
some
one
who
had
seized
the
horses
'
heads
addressed
the
waggoner
with
the
English
idiom
that
is
perhaps
most
widely
known
.
Julia
heard
"
damned
fool
"
in
quite
unemotional
English
,
and
almost
simultaneously
the
guttural
shrieks
of
two
peasant
women
who
approached
.
She
picked
herself
up
,
then
moving
two
paces
to
the
side
,
stopped
to
put
her
hat
straight
with
a
calmness
she
did
not
quite
feel
.
There
was
a
volley
of
exclamations
from
the
peasant
women
,
and
"
Are
you
hurt
?
"
the
man
who
had
stopped
the
horses
asked
her
,
speaking
now
in
Dutch
,
though
with
an
English
accent
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
winking
back
the
water
which
had
come
into
her
eyes
with
the
force
of
the
blow
,
and
she
turned
her
back
on
him
so
that
he
should
not
see
her
do
it
.
"
My
good
women
,
"
she
said
shortly
to
the
peasants
who
,
with
upraised
hands
and
many
gestures
,
stared
at
her
,
"
there
is
nothing
the
matter
,
there
is
no
reason
why
you
should
stand
there
and
look
at
me
;
I
assure
you
no
one
has
been
hurt
,
and
no
one
is
going
to
be
;
you
had
much
better
go
on
your
way
,
as
I
shall
do
.
Good-afternoon
.
"
She
walked
a
few
paces
down
the
road
,
not
in
the
direction
she
intended
to
go
certainly
,
but
she
was
too
shaken
for
the
moment
to
notice
which
way
she
took
,
and
was
only
actuated
by
a
desire
to
get
away
and
put
an
end
to
a
scene
.
The
movement
and
the
words
were
not
without
effect
;
the
two
women
,
a
good
deal
astonished
,
obeyed
automatically
,
and
,
picking
up
the
burdens
they
had
set
down
,
trudged
on
their
way
,
not
realising
for
some
time
how
much
offended
they
were
at
the
curt
behaviour
of
the
"
mad
English
.
"
The
children
by
this
time
had
ceased
staring
and
returned
to
their
play
;
the
waggoner
,
muttering
some
surly
words
,
drove
on
.
Julia
sat
on
the
bank
by
the
roadside
,
and
tried
to
brush
the
dust
from
her
dress
.
The
Englishman
,
after
making
some
parting
remarks
to
the
waggoner
,
this
time
in
Dutch
,
though
still
in
the
quiet
,
drawling
voice
which
was
much
at
variance
with
the
language
,
had
gone
to
pick
up
the
basket
.
She
wished
she
had
thanked
him
for
his
timely
assistance
when
she
first
scrambled
to
her
feet
,
and
gone
on
at
once
,
then
she
could
have
done
this
necessary
sitting
down
when
he
was
out
of
sight
,
and
come
back
for
the
stupid
basket
when
she
remembered
it
.
But
now
she
would
have
to
thank
him
formally
,
and
perhaps
explain
things
,
and
say
expressly
that
she
was
not
hurt
,
and
this
while
she
was
shaken
and
dusty
.
Mercifully
he
was
English
,
and
so
would
not
expect
much
;
she
looked
at
his
back
with
satisfaction
.
He
was
scarcely
as
tall
as
many
Hollanders
,
but
very
differently
built
.
To
Julia
,
looking
at
him
rather
stupidly
,
his
proportions
,
like
his
clothes
,
appeared
very
nearly
perfect
after
those
she
had
been
used
to
seeing
lately
.
When
he
turned
and
she
saw
for
the
first
time
his
face
,
she
was
not
very
much
surprised
,
though
really
it
was
surprising
that
Rawson-Clew
should
still
be
hereabouts
.
Their
eyes
met
in
mutual
recognition
.
Afterwards
she
wondered
why
she
did
not
pretend
to
be
Dutch
,
it
ought
to
have
been
possible
;
he
had
only
seen
her
once
before
,
and
her
knowledge
of
the
language
was
much
better
than
his
.
And
even
if
he
had
not
been
deceived
,
he
would
have
been
bound
to
acquiesce
to
her
pretence
,
had
she
persisted
in
it
.
But
she
did
not
think
of
it
before
their
mutual
recognition
had
made
it
too
late
.
"
I
hope
you
are
not
hurt
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
crossed
the
road
with
the
basket
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
"
thanks
to
you
—
"
But
he
,
evidently
sharing
her
dislike
for
a
fuss
,
was
even
more
anxious
than
she
not
to
dwell
on
that
,
and
dismissed
the
subject
quickly
.
He
began
to
wipe
the
bottom
of
the
basket
,
from
which
soup
was
dripping
,
talking
the
while
of
the
carelessness
of
continental
drivers
and
the
silliness
of
children
of
all
nations
,
perhaps
to
give
her
time
to
recover
.
She
agreed
with
him
,
and
then
repeated
her
thanks
.
He
again
set
them
aside
.
"
It
's
nothing
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
am
glad
to
have
had
the
opportunity
,
especially
since
it
also
gives
me
the
opportunity
of
offering
you
some
apology
for
an
unfortunate
misunderstanding
which
arose
when
last
I
saw
you
.
You
must
feel
that
it
needs
an
apology
.
"
For
a
moment
Julia
's
eyes
showed
her
surprise
;
an
apology
was
not
what
she
expected
,
and
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
it
did
not
altogether
please
her
.
She
knew
that
she
and
her
father
had
no
right
to
it
while
the
money
was
unpaid
.
"
Please
do
not
apologise
,
"
she
said
;
"
there
is
no
need
,
I
quite
understand
.
"
"
I
was
labouring
under
a
false
impression
,
"
Rawson-Clew
explained
.
She
nodded
.
"
I
know
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
it
is
cleared
up
now
;
no
one
who
spoke
with
my
father
could
possibly
imagine
he
lived
by
his
wits
.
"
Which
ambiguous
remark
may
have
been
meant
to
apply
to
the
Captain
's
mental
outfit
more
than
his
moral
one
.
When
Rawson-Clew
knew
Julia
better
he
came
to
the
conclusion
it
probably
did
,
at
the
time
he
thought
it
wise
not
to
answer
it
.
"
Here
is
your
basket
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
think
it
is
clean
now
.
"
She
made
a
movement
to
take
it
,
but
her
arm
was
numb
and
powerless
from
the
blow
she
had
received
;
it
was
the
right
shoulder
which
had
been
struck
,
and
that
hand
was
clearly
useless
for
the
time
being
;
with
a
wince
of
pain
,
she
stretched
out
the
left
.
But
he
drew
the
basket
back
.
"
You
are
hurt
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
I
'm
not
,
nothing
to
speak
of
;
it
only
hurts
me
when
I
move
that
arm
;
I
will
carry
the
basket
with
the
other
hand
.
"
"
How
far
have
you
to
go
?
"
She
told
him
to
the
village
and
back
.
"
You
had
better
go
straight
home
at
once
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
ca
n't
do
that
,
"
she
answered
.
She
did
not
explain
that
she
did
not
want
to
,
the
pain
in
her
shoulder
not
being
bad
enough
to
make
her
want
to
give
up
this
first
hour
of
freedom
.
"
My
shoulder
does
not
hurt
if
I
do
not
move
it
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
can
carry
the
basket
with
the
other
hand
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
will
allow
me
to
carry
it
for
you
?
"
he
suggested
;
"
I
am
going
the
same
way
.
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
she
returned
.
"
Thanks
very
much
for
the
offer
,
but
there
is
n't
any
need
;
I
can
manage
quite
well
.
I
expect
you
will
want
to
go
faster
than
I
do
.
"
She
spoke
decidedly
,
and
turned
about
quickly
;
as
she
did
so
,
she
caught
sight
of
the
bottle
of
peach-brandy
in
the
grass
.
"
Oh
,
there
's
the
brandy
,
"
she
exclaimed
;
"
I
must
n't
go
without
that
.
"
He
fetched
the
fortunately
unbroken
bottle
and
put
it
in
the
basket
,
but
he
did
not
give
it
to
her
.
"
I
will
carry
this
,
"
he
said
;
"
if
our
pace
does
not
agree
,
if
you
would
prefer
to
walk
more
slowly
,
I
will
wait
for
you
at
the
beginning
of
the
village
.
"
Julia
rose
to
her
feet
,
there
was
no
choice
left
to
her
but
to
acquiesce
;
from
her
heart
she
wished
he
would
leave
the
basket
and
go
alone
;
she
wished
even
that
he
would
be
rude
to
her
,
she
felt
that
then
he
would
have
been
nearer
her
level
and
her
father
's
.
She
resented
alike
his
presence
and
his
courtesy
,
and
she
could
not
show
either
feeling
,
only
accept
what
he
offered
and
walk
by
his
side
,
just
as
if
no
money
was
owed
,
and
no
letter
,
condescendingly
cancelling
the
debt
,
had
been
written
.
She
grew
hot
as
she
thought
of
that
carefully
worded
letter
,
and
hot
when
she
thought
of
her
father
's
relief
thereat
.
And
here
,
here
was
the
man
who
must
have
dictated
the
letter
,
and
probably
paid
the
debt
,
behaving
just
as
if
such
things
never
existed
.
He
was
walking
with
her
—
she
could
not
give
him
ten
yards
start
and
follow
him
into
the
village
—
and
making
polite
conversations
about
the
weather
,
and
the
road
,
and
the
quantity
of
soup
that
had
been
spilled
.
She
pulled
herself
together
,
and
,
feeling
the
situation
to
be
beyond
remedy
,
determined
to
bear
herself
bravely
,
and
carry
it
off
with
what
credit
she
could
.
She
glanced
at
the
more
than
half-empty
soup
can
.
"
I
am
afraid
you
are
right
,
"
she
said
;
"
there
is
a
great
deal
of
it
gone
;
still
,
that
is
not
without
advantage
—
I
shall
be
sent
to
take
some
more
in
a
day
or
two
.
"
"
You
wish
that
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
,
"
I
find
the
exercise
beneficial
;
I
have
had
too
much
pudding
lately
.
"
He
looked
politely
surprised
,
and
she
went
on
to
explain
.
"
It
is
very
wholesome
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
a
bit
stodgy
;
I
think
it
is
too
really
good
to
be
taken
in
such
large
quantities
by
any
one
like
me
.
It
is
unbelievably
good
,
it
makes
one
perfectly
ashamed
of
oneself
;
and
unbelievably
narrow
,
it
makes
one
long
for
bed-time
.
"
She
broke
off
to
smile
at
his
more
genuine
surprise
,
and
her
smile
,
like
that
of
some
other
people
of
little
real
beauty
,
was
one
of
singular
charm
.
"
Did
you
think
I
meant
actual
pudding
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
did
n't
;
I
meant
just
the
whole
life
here
;
if
you
knew
the
people
well
,
the
real
middle
class
ones
,
you
would
understand
.
"
"
I
think
I
can
understand
without
knowing
them
well
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
fancy
there
is
a
good
deal
of
pudding
about
;
in
fact
,
I
myself
am
feeling
its
rather
oppressive
influence
.
"
"
The
town
is
paved
with
it
,
"
Julia
declared
.
"
I
thought
so
this
afternoon
.
I
also
thought
,
though
it
is
Tuesday
,
it
was
just
like
a
spring
Sunday
;
every
day
is
like
that
.
"
Rawson-Clew
suggested
that
many
people
appreciated
spring
Sundays
.
"
So
do
I
,
"
Julia
agreed
,
"
but
in
moderation
;
you
ca
n't
do
your
washing
on
Sunday
,
nor
your
harvesting
in
spring
.
An
endless
succession
of
spring
Sundays
is
very
awkward
when
you
have
got
—
well
,
week-day
work
to
do
,
do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
He
wondered
a
little
what
week-day
work
she
had
in
her
mind
,
but
he
did
not
ask
.
"
Are
you
living
with
a
Dutch
family
?
"
he
inquired
.
She
nodded
.
"
As
companion
,
"
she
said
;
"
sort
of
superior
general
servant
.
"
"
Indeed
?
Then
it
must
have
been
you
I
saw
yesterday
;
I
thought
so
at
the
time
;
you
were
driving
with
some
Dutch
ladies
.
"
Julia
was
surprised
that
he
had
seen
and
recognised
her
.
"
We
went
for
an
excursion
yesterday
,
"
she
said
;
"
they
called
it
a
picnic
.
"
She
told
him
about
it
,
not
omitting
any
of
the
points
which
had
amused
her
.
Could
Joost
have
heard
her
,
he
would
have
felt
that
his
suspicion
that
she
sometimes
laughed
at
them
more
than
justified
;
but
she
did
not
give
a
thought
to
Joost
,
and
probably
would
not
have
paused
if
she
had
.
She
wanted
to
pass
the
present
time
,
and
she
was
rather
reckless
how
,
so
long
as
Rawson-Clew
either
talked
himself
,
or
seemed
interested
in
what
she
said
;
also
,
it
must
be
admitted
,
though
it
was
to
this
man
,
it
was
something
of
a
treat
to
talk
freely
again
.
So
she
gave
him
the
best
account
she
could
,
not
only
of
the
excursion
,
but
of
other
things
too
.
And
if
it
was
his
attention
she
wanted
,
she
should
have
been
satisfied
,
for
she
apparently
had
it
,
at
first
only
the
interest
of
courtesy
,
afterwards
something
more
;
it
even
seemed
,
before
the
end
,
as
if
she
puzzled
him
a
little
,
in
spite
of
his
years
and
experience
.
He
found
himself
mentally
contrasting
the
life
at
the
Van
Heigens
'
,
as
she
described
it
,
with
that
which
he
had
imagined
her
to
have
led
at
Marbridge
,
and
,
now
that
he
talked
to
her
,
he
could
not
find
her
exact
place
in
either
.
"
You
must
find
Dutch
conventionality
rather
trying
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
I
am
not
used
to
it
yet
,
"
she
answered
;
"
when
I
am
it
will
be
no
worse
than
the
conventionality
at
home
.
"
He
felt
he
was
wrong
in
one
of
his
surmises
;
clearly
she
was
not
really
Bohemian
.
"
Surely
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
have
not
found
these
absurd
rules
and
restrictions
in
England
?
"
"
Not
the
same
ones
;
we
study
appearances
one
way
,
and
they
do
another
;
but
it
comes
to
the
same
thing
,
so
far
as
I
am
concerned
.
One
day
I
hope
to
be
able
to
give
it
up
and
retire
;
when
I
do
I
shall
wear
corduroy
breeches
and
if
I
happen
to
be
in
the
kitchen
eating
onions
when
people
come
to
see
me
,
I
shall
call
them
in
and
offer
them
a
share
.
"
"
Rather
an
uncomfortable
ambition
,
is
n't
that
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
I
am
afraid
you
will
have
to
wait
some
time
for
its
fulfilment
,
especially
the
corduroy
.
I
doubt
if
you
will
achieve
that
this
side
the
grave
,
though
you
might
perhaps
make
a
provision
in
your
will
to
be
buried
in
it
.
"
Julia
laughed
a
little
.
"
You
think
my
family
would
object
?
They
would
;
but
,
you
see
,
I
should
be
retiring
from
them
as
well
as
from
the
world
,
the
corduroy
might
be
part
of
my
bulwarks
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
you
could
afford
it
even
for
that
;
do
you
think
women
ever
can
afford
that
kind
of
disregard
for
appearances
?
"
"
Plain
ones
can
,
"
she
said
;
"
it
is
the
only
compensation
they
have
for
being
plain
;
not
much
,
certainly
,
seeing
what
they
lose
,
but
they
have
it
.
When
you
can
never
look
more
than
indifferent
,
it
does
not
matter
how
much
less
you
look
.
"
"
That
is
a
rather
unusual
idea
,
"
he
remarked
;
"
it
appears
sound
in
theory
,
but
in
practice
—
"
"
Sounder
still
,
"
she
answered
him
.
He
laughed
.
"
I
'm
afraid
you
wo
n't
make
many
converts
here
,
"
he
said
,
"
where
nearly
every
woman
is
plain
,
and
according
to
your
experience
,
every
one
,
men
and
women
too
,
think
a
great
deal
of
looks
;
at
all
events
,
correct
ones
.
"
"
They
do
do
that
,
"
she
admitted
;
"
they
just
worship
propriety
and
the
correct
,
and
have
the
greatest
notion
of
the
importance
of
their
neighbours
'
eyes
.
It
is
a
perfect
treat
to
be
out
alone
,
and
not
have
to
regard
them
—
this
is
the
first
time
I
have
been
out
alone
since
I
have
been
here
.
"
"
Rather
hard
;
I
thought
every
one
had
—
er
—
time
off
.
"
"
An
evening
out
?
"
she
suggested
.
"
I
believe
the
number
of
evenings
out
is
regulated
by
the
number
of
applications
for
the
post
when
vacant
;
cooks
could
get
more
evenings
than
housemaids
,
and
nursery
governesses
might
naturally
expect
a
minus
number
,
if
that
were
possible
.
There
would
be
lots
of
applications
for
my
post
,
so
I
ca
n't
expect
many
evenings
;
however
,
I
have
thought
of
a
plan
by
which
I
can
get
out
again
and
again
!
"
"
What
will
you
do
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
I
shall
get
Denah
—
she
is
one
of
the
girls
who
went
for
the
excursion
—
to
come
and
teach
Mevrouw
a
new
crochet
pattern
after
dinner
of
a
day
.
It
will
take
ages
,
Mevrouw
learns
very
slowly
,
and
Denah
will
know
better
than
to
hurry
matters
;
she
admires
Mijnheer
Joost
,
the
Van
Heigens
'
son
,
and
she
will
be
only
too
delighted
to
have
an
excuse
to
come
to
the
house
.
"
"
And
if
she
is
there
you
will
have
a
little
leisure
?
Some
one
always
has
to
be
on
duty
?
Is
that
it
?
"
Julia
laughed
softly
.
"
If
she
is
there
,
"
she
said
,
"
she
will
want
me
out
of
the
way
,
and
I
am
not
satisfactorily
out
of
the
way
when
I
am
anywhere
on
the
premises
.
Not
that
Mijnheer
Joost
talks
to
me
when
