themouths
of
the
wood-cut
figures
.
I
wish
I
could
write
all
this
last
chapter
on
a
scroll
coming
out
of
the
head
of
my
uncle
,
show
it
all
the
time
as
unfolding
and
pouring
out
from
a
short
,
fattening
,
small-legged
man
with
stiff
cropped
hair
,
disobedient
glasses
on
a
perky
little
nose
,
and
a
round
stare
behind
them
.
I
wish
I
could
show
you
him
breathing
hard
and
a
little
through
his
nose
as
his
pen
scrabbled
out
some
absurd
inspiration
for
a
poster
or
a
picture
page
,
and
make
you
hear
his
voice
,
charged
with
solemn
import
like
the
voice
of
a
squeaky
prophet
,
saying
,
"
George
!
list'n
!
I
got
an
ideer
.
I
got
a
notion
!
George
!
"
I
should
put
myself
into
the
same
picture
.
Best
setting
for
us
,
I
think
,
would
be
the
Beckenham
snuggery
,
because
there
we
worked
hardest
.
It
would
be
the
lamplit
room
of
the
early
nineties
,
and
the
clock
upon
the
mantel
would
indicate
midnight
or
later
.
We
would
be
sitting
on
either
side
of
the
fire
,
I
with
a
pipe
,
my
uncle
with
a
cigar
or
cigarette
.
There
would
be
glasses
standing
inside
the
brass
fender
.
Our
expressions
would
be
very
grave
.
My
uncle
used
to
sit
right
back
in
his
armchair
;
his
toes
always
turned
in
when
he
was
sitting
down
and
his
legs
had
a
way
of
looking
curved
,
as
though
they
had
n't
bones
or
joints
but
were
stuffed
with
sawdust
.
"
George
,
whad'yer
think
of
T.B.
for
sea-sickness
?
"
he
would
say
.
"
No
good
that
I
can
imagine
.
"
"
Oom
!
No
harm
TRYING
,
George
.
We
can
but
try
.
"
I
would
suck
my
pipe
.
"
Hard
to
get
at
.
Unless
we
sold
our
stuff
specially
at
the
docks
.
Might
do
a
special
at
Cook
's
office
,
or
in
the
Continental
Bradshaw
.
"
"
It
'
ud
give
'
em
confidence
,
George
.
"
He
would
Zzzz
,
with
his
glasses
reflecting
the
red
of
the
glowing
coals
.
"
No
good
hiding
our
light
under
a
Bushel
,
"
he
would
remark
.
I
never
really
determined
whether
my
uncle
regarded
Tono-Bungay
as
a
fraud
,
or
whether
he
did
n't
come
to
believe
in
it
in
a
kind
of
way
by
the
mere
reiteration
of
his
own
assertions
.
I
think
that
his
average
attitude
was
one
of
kindly
,
almost
parental
,
toleration
.
I
remember
saying
on
one
occasion
,
"
But
you
do
n't
suppose
this
stuff
ever
did
a
human
being
the
slightest
good
all
?
"
and
how
his
face
assumed
a
look
of
protest
,
as
of
one
reproving
harshness
and
dogmatism
.
"
You
've
a
hard
nature
,
George
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
too
ready
to
run
things
down
.
How
can
one
TELL
?
How
can
one
venture
to
TELL
!
...
"
I
suppose
any
creative
and
developing
game
would
have
interested
me
in
those
years
.
At
any
rate
,
I
know
I
put
as
much
zeal
into
this
Tono-Bungay
as
any
young
lieutenant
could
have
done
who
suddenly
found
himself
in
command
of
a
ship
.
It
was
extraordinarily
interesting
to
me
to
figure
out
the
advantage
accruing
from
this
shortening
of
the
process
or
that
,
and
to
weigh
it
against
the
capital
cost
of
the
alteration
.
I
made
a
sort
of
machine
for
sticking
on
the
labels
,
that
I
patented
;
to
this
day
there
is
a
little
trickle
of
royalties
to
me
from
that
.
I
also
contrived
to
have
our
mixture
made
concentrated
,
got
the
bottles
,
which
all
came
sliding
down
a
guarded
slant-way
,
nearly
filled
with
distilled
water
at
one
tap
,
and
dripped
our
magic
ingredients
in
at
the
next
.
This
was
an
immense
economy
of
space
for
the
inner
sanctum
.
For
the
bottling
we
needed
special
taps
,
and
these
,
too
,
I
invented
and
patented
.
We
had
a
sort
of
endless
band
of
bottles
sliding
along
an
inclined
glass
trough
made
slippery
with
running
water
.
At
one
end
a
girl
held
them
up
to
the
light
,
put
aside
any
that
were
imperfect
and
placed
the
others
in
the
trough
;
the
filling
was
automatic
;
at
the
other
end
a
girl
slipped
in
the
cork
and
drove
it
home
with
a
little
mallet
.
Each
tank
,
the
little
one
for
the
vivifying
ingredients
and
the
big
one
for
distilled
water
,
had
a
level
indicator
,
and
inside
I
had
a
float
arrangement
that
stopped
the
slide
whenever
either
had
sunk
too
low
.
Another
girl
stood
ready
with
my
machine
to
label
the
corked
bottles
and
hand
them
to
the
three
packers
,
who
slipped
them
into
their
outer
papers
and
put
them
,
with
a
pad
of
corrugated
paper
between
each
pair
,
into
a
little
groove
from
which
they
could
be
made
to
slide
neatly
into
position
in
our
standard
packing-case
.
It
sounds
wild
,
I
know
,
but
I
believe
I
was
the
first
man
in
the
city
of
London
to
pack
patent
medicines
through
the
side
of
the
packing-case
,
to
discover
there
was
a
better
way
in
than
by
the
lid
.
Our
cases
packed
themselves
,
practically
;
had
only
to
be
put
into
position
on
a
little
wheeled
tray
and
when
full
pulled
to
the
lift
that
dropped
them
to
the
men
downstairs
,
who
padded
up
the
free
space
and
nailed
on
top
and
side
.
Our
girls
,
moreover
,
packed
with
corrugated
paper
and
matchbook-wood
box
partitions
when
everybody
else
was
using
expensive
young
men
to
pack
through
the
top
of
the
box
with
straw
,
many
breakages
and
much
waste
and
confusion
.
As
I
look
back
at
them
now
,
those
energetic
years
seem
all
compacted
to
a
year
or
so
;
from
the
days
of
our
first
hazardous
beginning
in
Farringdon
Street
with
barely
a
thousand
pounds
'
worth
of
stuff
or
credit
all
told-and
that
got
by
something
perilously
like
snatching-to
the
days
when
my
uncle
went
to
the
public
on
behalf
of
himself
and
me
(
one-tenth
share
)
and
our
silent
partners
,
the
drug
wholesalers
and
the
printing
people
and
the
owner
of
that
group
of
magazines
and
newspapers
,
to
ask
with
honest
confidence
for
L150
,
000.
Those
silent
partners
were
remarkably
sorry
,
I
know
,
that
they
had
not
taken
larger
shares
and
given
us
longer
credit
when
the
subscriptions
came
pouring
in
.
My
uncle
had
a
clear
half
to
play
with
(
including
the
one-tenth
understood
to
be
mine
)
.
L150
,
000-think
of
it
!
-for
the
goodwill
in
a
string
of
lies
and
a
trade
in
bottles
of
mitigated
water
!
Do
you
realise
the
madness
of
the
world
that
sanctions
such
a
thing
?
Perhaps
you
do
n't
.
At
times
use
and
wont
certainly
blinded
me
.
If
it
had
not
been
for
Ewart
,
I
do
n't
think
I
should
have
had
an
inkling
of
the
wonderfulness
of
this
development
of
my
fortunes
;
I
should
have
grown
accustomed
to
it
,
fallen
in
with
all
its
delusions
as
completely
as
my
uncle
presently
did
.
He
was
immensely
proud
of
the
flotation
.
"
They
've
never
been
given
such
value
,
"
he
said
,
"
for
a
dozen
years
.
"
But
Ewart
,
with
his
gesticulating
hairy
hands
and
bony
wrists
,
his
single-handed
chorus
to
all
this
as
it
played
itself
over
again
in
my
memory
,
and
he
kept
my
fundamental
absurdity
illuminated
for
me
during
all
this
astonishing
time
.
"
It
's
just
on
all
fours
with
the
rest
of
things
,
"
he
remarked
;
"
only
more
so
.
You
need
n't
think
you
're
anything
out
of
the
way
.
"
I
remember
one
disquisition
very
distinctly
.
It
was
just
after
Ewart
had
been
to
Paris
on
a
mysterious
expedition
to
"
rough
in
"
some
work
for
a
rising
American
sculptor
.
This
young
man
had
a
commission
for
an
allegorical
figure
of
Truth
(
draped
,
of
course
)
for
his
State
Capitol
,
and
he
needed
help
.
Ewart
had
returned
with
his
hair
cut
en
brosse
and
with
his
costume
completely
translated
into
French
.
He
wore
,
I
remember
,
a
bicycling
suit
of
purplish-brown
,
baggy
beyond
ageing-the
only
creditable
thing
about
it
was
that
it
had
evidently
not
been
made
for
him-a
voluminous
black
tie
,
a
decadent
soft
felt
hat
and
several
French
expletives
of
a
sinister
description
.
"
Silly
clothes
,
are
n't
they
?
"
he
said
at
the
sight
of
my
startled
eye
.
"
I
do
n't
know
why
I
got
'm
.
They
seemed
all
right
over
there
.
"
He
had
come
down
to
our
Raggett
Street
place
to
discuss
a
benevolent
project
of
mine
for
a
poster
by
him
,
and
he
scattered
remarkable
discourse
over
the
heads
(
I
hope
it
was
over
the
heads
)
of
our
bottlers
.
"
What
I
like
about
it
all
,
Ponderevo
,
is
its
poetry
...
.
That
's
where
we
get
the
pull
of
the
animals
.
No
animal
would
ever
run
a
factory
like
this
.
Think
!
...
One
remembers
the
Beaver
,
of
course
.
He
might
very
possibly
bottle
things
,
but
would
he
stick
a
label
round
'
em
and
sell
'
em
?
The
Beaver
is
a
dreamy
fool
,
I
'll
admit
,
him
and
his
dams
,
but
after
all
there
's
a
sort
of
protection
about
'
em
,
a
kind
of
muddy
practicality
!
They
prevent
things
getting
at
him
.
And
it
's
not
your
poetry
only
.
It
's
the
poetry
of
the
customer
too
.
Poet
answering
to
poet-soul
to
soul
.
Health
,
Strength
and
Beauty-in
a
bottle-the
magic
philtre
!
Like
a
fairy
tale
...
.
"
Think
of
the
people
to
whom
your
bottles
of
footle
go
!
(
I
'm
calling
it
footle
,
Ponderevo
,
out
of
praise
,
"
he
said
in
parenthesis
.
)
"
Think
of
the
little
clerks
and
jaded
women
and
overworked
people
.
People
overstrained
with
wanting
to
do
,
people
overstrained
with
wanting
to
be
...
.
People
,
in
fact
,
overstrained
...
.
The
real
trouble
of
life
,
Ponderevo
,
is
n't
that
we
exist-that
's
a
vulgar
error
;
the
real
trouble
is
that
we
DO
N'T
really
exist
and
we
want
to
.
That
's
what
this-in
the
highest
sense-just
stands
for
!
The
hunger
to
be-for
once-really
alive-to
the
finger
tips
!
...
"
Nobody
wants
to
do
and
be
the
things
people
are-nobody
.
YOU
do
n't
want
to
preside
over
this-this
bottling
;
I
do
n't
want
to
wear
these
beastly
clothes
and
be
led
about
by
you
;
nobody
wants
to
keep
on
sticking
labels
on
silly
bottles
at
so
many
farthings
a
gross
.
That
is
n't
existing
!
That's-sus-substratum
.
None
of
us
want
to
be
what
we
are
,
or
to
do
what
we
do
.
Except
as
a
sort
of
basis
.
What
do
we
want
?
You
know
.
I
know
.
Nobody
confesses
.
What
we
all
want
to
be
is
something
perpetually
young
and
beautiful-young
Joves-young
Joves
,
Ponderevo
"
-his
voice
became
loud
,
harsh
and
declamatory-
"
pursuing
coy
half-willing
nymphs
through
everlasting
forests
.
"
...
There
was
a
just-perceptible
listening
hang
in
the
work
about
us
.
"
Come
downstairs
,
"
I
interrupted
,
"
we
can
talk
better
there
.
"
"
I
can
talk
better
here
,
"
he
answered
.
He
was
just
going
on
,
but
fortunately
the
implacable
face
of
Mrs.
Hampton
Diggs
appeared
down
the
aisle
of
bottling
machines
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'll
come
.
"
In
the
little
sanctum
below
,
my
uncle
was
taking
a
digestive
pause
after
his
lunch
and
by
no
means
alert
.
His
presence
sent
Ewart
back
to
the
theme
of
modern
commerce
,
over
the
excellent
cigar
my
uncle
gave
him
.
He
behaved
with
the
elaborate
deference
due
to
a
business
magnate
from
an
unknown
man
.
"
What
I
was
pointing
out
to
your
nephew
,
sir
,
"
said
Ewart
,
putting
both
elbows
on
the
table
,
"
was
the
poetry
of
commerce
.
He
does
n't
,
you
know
,
seem
to
see
it
at
all
.
"
My
uncle
nodded
brightly
.
"
Whad
I
tell
'
im
,
"
he
said
round
his
cigar
.
"
We
are
artists
.
You
and
I
,
sir
,
can
talk
,
if
you
will
permit
me
,
as
one
artist
to
another
.
It
's
advertisement
has-done
it
.
Advertisement
has
revolutionised
trade
and
industry
;
it
is
going
to
revolutionise
the
world
.
The
old
merchant
used
to
tote
about
commodities
;
the
new
one
creates
values
.
Does
n't
need
to
tote
.
He
takes
something
that
is
n't
worth
anything-or
something
that
is
n't
particularly
worth
anything-and
he
makes
it
worth
something
.
He
takes
mustard
that
is
just
like
anybody
else
's
mustard
,
and
he
goes
about
saying
,
shouting
,
singing
,
chalking
on
walls
,
writing
inside
people
's
books
,
putting
it
everywhere
,
'
Smith
's
Mustard
is
the
Best
.
'
And
behold
it
is
the
best
!
"
"
True
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
chubbily
and
with
a
dreamy
sense
of
mysticism
;
"
true
!
"
"
It
's
just
like
an
artist
;
he
takes
a
lump
of
white
marble
on
the
verge
of
a
lime-kiln
,
he
chips
it
about
,
he
makes-he
makes
a
monument
to
himself-and
others-a
monument
the
world
will
not
willingly
let
die
.
Talking
of
mustard
,
sir
,
I
was
at
Clapham
Junction
the
other
day
,
and
all
the
banks
are
overgrown
with
horse
radish
that
's
got
loose
from
a
garden
somewhere
.
You
know
what
horseradish
is-grows
like
wildfire-spreads-spreads
.
I
stood
at
the
end
of
the
platform
looking
at
the
stuff
and
thinking
about
it
.
'
Like
fame
,
'
I
thought
,
'
rank
and
wild
where
it
is
n't
wanted
.
Why
do
n't
the
really
good
things
in
life
grow
like
horseradish
?
'
I
thought
.
My
mind
went
off
in
a
peculiar
way
it
does
from
that
to
the
idea
that
mustard
costs
a
penny
a
tin-I
bought
some
the
other
day
for
a
ham
I
had
.
It
came
into
my
head
that
it
would
be
ripping
good
business
to
use
horseradish
to
adulterate
mustard
.
I
had
a
sort
of
idea
that
I
could
plunge
into
business
on
that
,
get
rich
and
come
back
to
my
own
proper
monumental
art
again
.
And
then
I
said
,
'
But
why
adulterate
?
I
do
n't
like
the
idea
of
adulteration
.
'
"
"
Shabby
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
nodding
his
head
.
"
Bound
to
get
found
out
!
"
"
And
totally
unnecessary
,
too
!
Why
not
do
up
a
mixture-three-quarters
pounded
horseradish
and
a
quarter
mustard-give
it
a
fancy
name-and
sell
it
at
twice
the
mustard
price
.
See
?
I
very
nearly
started
the
business
straight
away
,
only
something
happened
.
My
train
came
along
.
"
"
Jolly
good
ideer
,
"
said
my
uncle
.
He
looked
at
me
.
"
That
really
is
an
ideer
,
George
,
"
he
said
.
"
Take
shavin
's
,
again
!
You
know
that
poem
of
Longfellow
's
,
sir
,
that
sounds
exactly
like
the
first
declension
.
What
is
it
?
-'Marr
's
a
maker
,
men
say
!
'
"
My
uncle
nodded
and
gurgled
some
quotation
that
died
away
.
"
Jolly
good
poem
,
George
,
"
he
said
in
an
aside
to
me
.
"
Well
,
it
's
about
a
carpenter
and
a
poetic
Victorian
child
,
you
know
,
and
some
shavin
's
.
The
child
made
no
end
out
of
the
shavin
's
.
So
might
you
.
Powder
'
em
.
They
might
be
anything
.
Soak
'
em
in
jipper
,
-Xylo-tobacco
!
Powder
'em
and
get
a
little
tar
and
turpentinous
smell
in
,
-wood-packing
for
hot
baths-a
Certain
Cure
for
the
scourge
of
Influenza
!
There
's
all
these
patent
grain
foods
,
-what
Americans
call
cereals
.
I
believe
I
'm
right
,
sir
,
in
saying
they
're
sawdust
.
"
"
No
!
"
said
my
uncle
,
removing
his
cigar
;
"
as
far
as
I
can
find
out
it
's
really
grain
,
-spoilt
grain
...
.
I
've
been
going
into
that
.
"
"
Well
,
there
you
are
!
"
said
Ewart
.
"
Say
it
's
spoilt
grain
.
It
carried
out
my
case
just
as
well
.
Your
modern
commerce
is
no
more
buying
and
selling
than
sculpture
.
It
's
mercy-it
's
salvation
.
It
's
rescue
work
!
It
takes
all
sorts
of
fallen
commodities
by
the
hand
and
raises
them
.
Cana
is
n't
in
it
.
You
turn
water-into
Tono-Bungay
.
"
"
Tono-Bungay
's
all
right
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
suddenly
grave
.
"
We
are
n't
talking
of
Tono-Bungay
.
"
"
Your
nephew
,
sir
,
is
hard
;
he
wants
everything
to
go
to
a
sort
of
predestinated
end
;
he
's
a
Calvinist
of
Commerce
.
Offer
him
a
dustbin
full
of
stuff
;
he
calls
it
refuse-passes
by
on
the
other
side
.
Now
YOU
,
sir
you
'd
make
cinders
respect
themselves
.
"
My
uncle
regarded
him
dubiously
for
a
moment
.
But
there
was
a
touch
of
appreciation
in
his
eye
.
"
Might
make
'
em
into
a
sort
of
sanitary
brick
,
"
he
reflected
over
his
cigar
end
.
"
Or
a
friable
biscuit
.
Why
NOT
?
You
might
advertise
:
'
Why
are
Birds
so
Bright
?
Because
they
digest
their
food
perfectly
!
Why
do
they
digest
their
food
so
perfectly
?
Because
they
have
a
gizzard
!
Why
has
n't
man
a
gizzard
?
Because
he
can
buy
Ponderevo
's
Asphalt
Triturating
,
Friable
Biscuit-Which
is
Better
.
'
"
He
delivered
the
last
words
in
a
shout
,
with
his
hairy
hand
flourished
in
the
air
...
.
"
Damn
clever
fellow
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
after
he
had
one
.
"
I
know
a
man
when
I
see
one
.
He
'd
do
.
But
drunk
,
I
should
say
.
But
that
only
makes
some
chap
brighter
.
If
he
WANTS
to
do
that
poster
,
he
can
.
Zzzz
.
That
ideer
of
his
about
the
horseradish
.
There
's
something
in
that
,
George
.
I
'm
going
to
think
over
that
...
.
"
I
may
say
at
once
that
my
poster
project
came
to
nothing
in
the
end
,
though
Ewart
devoted
an
interesting
week
to
the
matter
.
He
let
his
unfortunate
disposition
to
irony
run
away
with
him
.
He
produced
a
picture
of
two
beavers
with
a
subtle
likeness
,
he
said
,
to
myself
and
my
uncle-the
likeness
to
my
uncle
certainly
was
n't
half
bad-and
they
were
bottling
rows
and
rows
of
Tono-Bungay
,
with
the
legend
"
Modern
commerce
.
"
It
certainly
would
n't
have
sold
a
case
,
though
he
urged
it
on
me
one
cheerful
evening
on
the
ground
that
it
would
"
arouse
curiosity
.
"
In
addition
he
produced
a
quite
shocking
study
of
my
uncle
,
excessively
and
needlessly
nude
,
but
,
so
far
as
I
was
able
to
judge
,
an
admirable
likeness
,
engaged
in
feats
of
strength
of
a
Gargantuan
type
before
an
audience
of
deboshed
and
shattered
ladies
.
The
legend
,
"
Health
,
Beauty
,
Strength
,
"
below
,
gave
a
needed
point
to
his
parody
.
This
he
hung
up
in
the
studio
over
the
oil
shop
,
with
a
flap
of
brown
paper
;
by
way
of
a
curtain
over
it
to
accentuate
its
libellous
offence
.
CHAPTER
THE
FOURTH
MARION
I
As
I
look
back
on
those
days
in
which
we
built
up
the
great
Tono-Bungay
property
out
of
human
hope
and
credit
for
bottles
and
rent
and
printing
,
I
see
my
life
as
it
were
arranged
in
two
parallel
columns
of
unequal
width
,
a
wider
,
more
diffused
,
eventful
and
various
one
which
continually
broadens
out
,
the
business
side
of
my
life
,
and
a
narrow
,
darker
and
darkling
one
shot
ever
and
again
with
a
gleam
of
happiness
,
my
home-life
with
Marion
.
For
,
of
course
,
I
married
Marion
.
I
did
n't
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
marry
her
until
a
year
after
Tono-Bungay
was
thoroughly
afloat
,
and
then
only
after
conflicts
and
discussions
of
a
quite
strenuous
sort
.
By
that
time
I
was
twenty-four
.
It
seems
the
next
thing
to
childhood
now
.
We
were
both
in
certain
directions
unusually
ignorant
and
simple
;
we
were
temperamentally
antagonistic
,
and
we
hadn't-I
do
n't
think
we
were
capable
of-an
idea
in
common
.
She
was
young
and
extraordinarily
conventional-she
seemed
never
to
have
an
idea
of
her
own
but
always
the
idea
of
her
class-and
I
was
young
and
sceptical
,
enterprising
and
passionate
;
the
two
links
that
held
us
together
were
the
intense
appeal
her
physical
beauty
had
for
me
,
and
her
appreciation
of
her
importance
in
my
thoughts
.
There
can
be
no
doubt
of
my
passion
for
her
.
In
her
I
had
discovered
woman
desired
.
The
nights
I
have
lain
awake
on
account
of
her
,
writhing
,
biting
my
wrists
in
a
fever
of
longing
!
...
I
have
told
how
I
got
myself
a
silk
hat
and
black
coat
to
please
her
on
Sunday-to
the
derision
of
some
of
my
fellow-students
who
charged
to
meet
me
,
and
how
we
became
engaged
.
But
that
was
only
the
beginning
of
our
difference
.
To
her
that
meant
the
beginning
of
a
not
unpleasant
little
secrecy
,
an
occasional
use
of
verbal
endearments
,
perhaps
even
kisses
.
It
was
something
to
go
on
indefinitely
,
interfering
in
no
way
with
her
gossiping
spells
of
work
at
Smithie
's
.
To
me
it
was
a
pledge
to
come
together
into
the
utmost
intimacy
of
soul
and
body
so
soon
as
we
could
contrive
it
...
.
I
do
n't
know
if
it
will
strike
the
reader
that
I
am
setting
out
to
discuss
the
queer
,
unwise
love
relationship
and
my
bungle
of
a
marriage
with
excessive
solemnity
.
But
to
me
it
seems
to
reach
out
to
vastly
wider
issues
than
our
little
personal
affair
.
I
've
thought
over
my
life
.
In
these
last
few
years
I
've
tried
to
get
at
least
a
little
wisdom
out
of
it
.
And
in
particular
I
've
thought
over
this
part
of
my
life
.
I
'm
enormously
impressed
by
the
ignorant
,
unguided
way
in
which
we
two
entangled
ourselves
with
each
other
.
It
seems
to
me
the
queerest
thing
in
all
this
network
of
misunderstandings
and
misstatements
and
faulty
and
ramshackle
conventions
which
makes
up
our
social
order
as
the
individual
meets
it
,
that
we
should
have
come
together
so
accidentally
and
so
blindly
.
Because
we
were
no
more
than
samples
of
the
common
fate
.
Love
is
not
only
the
cardinal
fact
in
the
individual
life
,
but
the
most
important
concern
of
the
community
;
after
all
,
the
way
in
which
the
young
people
of
this
generation
pair
off
determines
the
fate
of
the
nation
;
all
the
other
affairs
of
the
State
are
subsidiary
to
that
.
And
we
leave
it
to
flushed
and
blundering
youth
to
stumble
on
its
own
significance
,
with
nothing
to
guide
in
but
shocked
looks
and
sentimental
twaddle
and
base
whisperings
and
cant-smeared
examples
.
I
have
tried
to
indicate
something
of
my
own
sexual
development
in
the
preceding
chapter
.
Nobody
was
ever
frank
and
decent
with
me
in
this
relation
;
nobody
,
no
book
,
ever
came
and
said
to
me
thus
and
thus
is
the
world
made
,
and
so
and
so
is
necessary
.
Everything
came
obscurely
,
indefinitely
,
perplexingly
;
and
all
I
knew
of
law
or
convention
in
the
matter
had
the
form
of
threatenings
and
prohibitions
.
Except
through
the
furtive
,
shameful
talk
of
my
coevals
at
Goudhurst
and
Wimblehurst
,
I
was
not
even
warned
against
quite
horrible
dangers
.
My
ideas
were
made
partly
of
instinct
,
partly
of
a
romantic
imagination
,
partly
woven
out
of
a
medley
of
scraps
of
suggestion
that
came
to
me
haphazard
.
I
had
read
widely
and
confusedly
"
Vathek
,
"
Shelley
,
Tom
Paine
,
Plutarch
,
Carlyle
,
Haeckel
,
William
Morris
,
the
Bible
,
the
Freethinker
,
the
Clarion
,
"
The
Woman
Who
Did
,
"
-I
mention
the
ingredients
that
come
first
to
mind
.
All
sorts
of
ideas
were
jumbled
up
in
me
and
never
a
lucid
explanation
.
But
it
was
evident
to
me
that
the
world
regarded
Shelley
,
for
example
,
as
a
very
heroic
as
well
as
beautiful
person
;
and
that
to
defy
convention
and
succumb
magnificently
to
passion
was
the
proper
thing
to
do
to
gain
the
respect
and
affection
of
all
decent
people
.
And
the
make-up
of
Marion
's
mind
in
the
matter
was
an
equally
irrational
affair
.
Her
training
had
been
one
,
not
simply
of
silences
,
but
suppressions
.
An
enormous
force
of
suggestion
had
so
shaped
her
that
the
intense
natural
fastidiousness
of
girlhood
had
developed
into
an
absolute
perversion
of
instinct
.
For
all
that
is
cardinal
in
this
essential
business
of
life
she
had
one
inseparable
epithet-
"
horrid
.
"
Without
any
such
training
she
would
have
been
a
shy
lover
,
but
now
she
was
an
impossible
one
.
For
the
rest
she
had
derived
,
I
suppose
,
partly
from
the
sort
of
fiction
she
got
from
the
Public
Library
,
and
partly
from
the
workroom
talk
at
Smithie
's
.
So
far
as
the
former
origin
went
,
she
had
an
idea
of
love
as
a
state
of
worship
and
service
on
the
part
of
the
man
and
of
condescension
on
the
part
of
the
woman
.
There
was
nothing
"
horrid
"
about
it
in
any
fiction
she
had
read
.
The
man
gave
presents
,
did
services
,
sought
to
be
in
every
way
delightful
.
The
woman
"
went
out
"
with
him
,
smiled
at
him
,
was
kissed
by
him
in
decorous
secrecy
,
and
if
he
chanced
to
offend
,
denied
her
countenance
and
presence
.
Usually
she
did
something
"
for
his
good
"
to
him
,
made
him
go
to
church
,
made
him
give
up
smoking
or
gambling
,
smartened
him
up
.
Quite
at
the
end
of
the
story
came
a
marriage
,
and
after
that
the
interest
ceased
.
That
was
the
tenor
of
Marion
's
fiction
;
but
I
think
the
work-table
conversation
at
Smithie
's
did
something
to
modify
that
.
At
Smithie
's
it
was
recognised
,
I
think
,
that
a
"
fellow
"
was
a
possession
to
be
desired
;
that
it
was
better
to
be
engaged
to
a
fellow
than
not
;
that
fellows
had
to
be
kept-they
might
be
mislaid
,
they
might
even
be
stolen
.
There
was
a
case
of
stealing
at
Smithie
's
,
and
many
tears
.
Smithie
I
met
before
we
were
married
,
and
afterwards
she
became
a
frequent
visitor
to
our
house
at
Ealing
.
She
was
a
thin
,
bright-eyed
,
hawk-nosed
girl
of
thirtyodd
,
with
prominent
teeth
,
a
high-pitched
,
eager
voice
and
a
disposition
to
be
urgently
smart
in
her
dress
.
Her
hats
were
startling
and
various
,
but
invariably
disconcerting
,
and
she
talked
in
a
rapid
,
nervous
flow
that
was
hilarious
rather
than
witty
,
and
broken
by
little
screams
of
"
Oh
,
my
dear
!
"
and
"
you
never
did
!
"
She
was
the
first
woman
I
ever
met
who
used
scent
.
Poor
old
Smithie
!
What
a
harmless
,
kindly
soul
she
really
was
,
and
how
heartily
I
detested
her
!
Out
of
the
profits
on
the
Persian
robes
she
supported
a
sister
's
family
of
three
children
,
she
"
helped
"
a
worthless
brother
,
and
overflowed
in
help
even
to
her
workgirls
,
but
that
did
n't
weigh
with
me
in
those
youthfully-narrow
times
.
It
was
one
of
the
intense
minor
irritations
of
my
married
life
that
Smithie
's
whirlwind
chatter
seemed
to
me
to
have
far
more
influence
with
Marion
than
anything
I
had
to
say
.
Before
all
things
I
coveted
her
grip
upon
Marion
's
inaccessible
mind
.
In
the
workroom
at
Smithie
's
,
I
gathered
,
they
always
spoke
of
me
demurely
as
"
A
Certain
Person
.
"
I
was
rumoured
to
be
dreadfully
"
clever
,
"
and
there
were
doubts-not
altogether
without
justification-of
the
sweetness
of
my
temper
.
Well
,
these
general
explanations
will
enable
the
reader
to
understand
the
distressful
times
we
two
had
together
when
presently
I
began
to
feel
on
a
footing
with
Marion
and
to
fumble
conversationally
for
the
mind
and
the
wonderful
passion
I
felt
,
obstinately
and
stupidity
,
must
be
in
her
.
I
think
she
thought
me
the
maddest
of
sane
men
;
"
clever
,
"
in
fact
,
which
at
Smithie
's
was
,
I
suppose
,
the
next
thing
to
insanity
,
a
word
intimating
incomprehensible
and
incalculable
motives
...
.
She
could
be
shocked
at
anything
,
she
misunderstood
everything
,
and
her
weapon
was
a
sulky
silence
that
knitted
her
brows
,
spoilt
her
mouth
and
robbed
her
face
of
beauty
.
"
Well
,
if
we
ca
n't
agree
,
I
do
n't
see
why
you
should
go
on
talking
,
"
she
used
to
say
.
That
would
always
enrage
me
beyond
measure
.
Or
,
"
I
'm
afraid
I
'm
not
clever
enough
to
understand
that
.
"
Silly
little
people
!
I
see
it
all
now
,
but
then
I
was
no
older
than
she
and
I
could
n't
see
anything
but
that
Marion
,
for
some
inexplicable
reason
,
would
n't
come
alive
.
We
would
contrive
semi-surreptitious
walks
on
Sunday
,
and
part
speechless
with
the
anger
of
indefinable
offences
.
Poor
Marion
!
The
things
I
tried
to
put
before
her
,
my
fermenting
ideas
about
theology
,
about
Socialism
,
about
aesthetics-the
very
words
appalled
her
,
gave
her
the
faint
chill
of
approaching
impropriety
,
the
terror
of
a
very
present
intellectual
impossibility
.
Then
by
an
enormous
effort
I
would
suppress
myself
for
a
time
and
continue
a
talk
that
made
her
happy
,
about
Smithie
's
brother
,
about
the
new
girl
who
had
come
to
the
workroom
,
about
the
house
we
would
presently
live
in
.
But
there
we
differed
a
little
.
I
wanted
to
be
accessible
to
St.
Paul
's
or
Cannon
Street
Station
,
and
she
had
set
her
mind
quite
resolutely
upon
Eating
...
.
It
was
n't
by
any
means
quarreling
all
the
time
,
you
understand
.
She
liked
me
to
play
the
lover
"
nicely
"
;
she
liked
the
effect
of
going
about-we
had
lunches
,
we
went
to
Earl
's
Court
,
to
Kew
,
to
theatres
and
concerts
,
but
not
often
to
concerts
,
because
,
though
Marion
"
liked
"
music
,
she
did
n't
like
"
too
much
of
it
,
"
to
picture
shows-and
there
was
a
nonsensical
sort
of
babytalk
I
picked
up-I
forget
where
now-that
became
a
mighty
peacemaker
.
Her
worst
offence
for
me
was
an
occasional
excursion
into
the
Smithie
style
of
dressing
,
debased
West
Kensington
.
For
she
had
no
sense
at
all
of
her
own
beauty
.
She
had
no
comprehension
whatever
of
beauty
of
the
body
,
and
she
could
slash
her
beautiful
lines
to
rags
with
hat-brims
and
trimmings
.
Thank
Heaven
!
a
natural
refinement
,
a
natural
timidity
,
and
her
extremely
slender
purse
kept
her
from
the
real
Smithie
efflorescence
!
Poor
,
simple
,
beautiful
,
kindly
limited
Marion
!
Now
that
I
am
forty-five
,
I
can
look
back
at
her
with
all
my
old
admiration
and
none
of
my
old
bitterness
with
a
new
affection
and
not
a
scrap
of
passion
,
and
take
her
part
against
the
equally
stupid
,
drivingly-energetic
,
sensuous
,
intellectual
sprawl
I
used
to
be
.
I
was
a
young
beast
for
her
to
have
married-a
hound
beast
.
With
her
it
was
my
business
to
understand
and
control-and
I
exacted
fellowship
,
passion
...
.
We
became
engaged
,
as
I
have
told
;
we
broke
it
off
and
joined
again
.
We
went
through
a
succession
of
such
phases
.
We
had
no
sort
of
idea
what
was
wrong
with
us
.
Presently
we
were
formally
engaged
.
I
had
a
wonderful
interview
with
her
father
,
in
which
he
was
stupendously
grave
and
H-less
,
wanted
to
know
about
my
origins
and
was
tolerant
(
exasperatingly
tolerant
)
because
my
mother
was
a
servant
,
and
afterwards
her
mother
took
to
kissing
me
,
and
I
bought
a
ring
.
But
the
speechless
aunt
,
I
gathered
,
did
n't
approve-having
doubts
of
my
religiosity
.
Whenever
we
were
estranged
we
could
keep
apart
for
days
;
and
to
begin
with
,
every
such
separation
was
a
relief
.
And
then
I
would
want
her
;
a
restless
longing
would
come
upon
me
.
I
would
think
of
the
flow
of
her
arms
,
of
the
soft
,
gracious
bend
of
her
body
.
I
would
lie
awake
or
dream
of
a
transfigured
Marion
of
light
and
fire
.
It
was
indeed
Dame
Nature
driving
me
on
to
womankind
in
her
stupid
,
inexorable
way
;
but
I
thought
it
was
the
need
of
Marion
that
troubled
me
.
So
I
always
went
back
to
Marion
at
last
and
made
it
up
and
more
or
less
conceded
or
ignored
whatever
thing
had
parted
us
,
and
more
and
more
I
urged
her
to
marry
me
...
.
In
the
long
run
that
became
a
fixed
idea
.
It
entangled
my
will
and
my
pride
;
I
told
myself
I
was
not
going
to
be
beaten
.
I
hardened
to
the
business
.
I
think
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
my
real
passion
for
Marion
had
waned
enormously
long
before
we
were
married
,
that
she
had
lived
it
down
by
sheer
irresponsiveness
.
When
I
felt
sure
of
my
three
hundred
a
year
she
stipulated
for
delay
,
twelve
months
'
delay
,
"
to
see
how
things
would
turn
out
.
"
There
were
times
when
she
seemed
simply
an
antagonist
holding
out
irritatingly
against
something
I
had
to
settle
.
Moreover
,
I
began
to
be
greatly
distracted
by
the
interest
and
excitement
of
Tono-Bungay
's
success
,
by
the
change
and
movement
in
things
,
the
going
to
and
fro
.
I
would
forget
her
for
days
together
,
and
then
desire
her
with
an
irritating
intensity
at
last
,
one
Saturday
afternoon
,
after
a
brooding
morning
,
I
determined
almost
savagely
that
these
delays
must
end
.
I
went
off
to
the
little
home
at
Walham
Green
,
and
made
Marion
come
with
me
to
Putney
Common
.
Marion
was
n't
at
home
when
I
got
there
and
I
had
to
fret
for
a
time
and
talk
to
her
father
,
who
was
just
back
from
his
office
,
he
explained
,
and
enjoying
himself
in
his
own
way
in
the
greenhouse
.
"
I
'm
going
to
ask
your
daughter
to
marry
me
!
"
I
said
.
"
I
think
we
've
been
waiting
long
enough
.
"
"
I
do
n't
approve
of
long
engagements
either
,
"
said
her
father
.
"
But
Marion
will
have
her
own
way
about
it
,
anyhow
.
Seen
this
new
powdered
fertiliser
?
"
I
went
in
to
talk
to
Mrs.
Ramboat
.
"
She
'll
want
time
to
get
her
things
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramboat
...
.
I
and
Marion
sat
down
together
on
a
little
seat
under
some
trees
at
the
top
of
Putney
Hill
,
and
I
came
to
my
point
abruptly
.
"
Look
here
,
Marion
,
"
I
said
,
"
are
you
going
to
marry
me
or
are
you
not
?
"
She
smiled
at
me
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
we
're
engaged-are
n't
we
?
"
"
That
ca
n't
go
on
for
ever
.
Will
you
marry
me
next
week
?
"
She
looked
me
in
the
face
.
"
We
ca
n't
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
promised
to
marry
me
when
I
had
three
hundred
a
year
.
"
She
was
silent
for
a
space
.
"
Ca
n't
we
go
on
for
a
time
as
we
are
?
We
COULD
marry
on
three
hundred
a
year
.
But
it
means
a
very
little
house
.
There
's
Smithie
's
brother
.
They
manage
on
two
hundred
and
fifty
,
but
that
's
very
little
.
She
says
they
have
a
semi-detached
house
almost
on
the
road
,
and
hardly
a
bit
of
garden
.
And
the
wall
to
next-door
is
so
thin
they
hear
everything
.
When
her
baby
cries-they
rap
.
And
people
stand
against
the
railings
and
talk
...
.
Ca
n't
we
wait
?
You
're
doing
so
well
.
"
An
extraordinary
bitterness
possessed
me
at
this
invasion
of
the
stupendous
beautiful
business
of
love
by
sordid
necessity
.
I
answered
her
with
immense
restraint
.
"
If
,
"
I
said
,
"
we
could
have
a
double-fronted
,
detached
house-at
Ealing
,
say-with
a
square
patch
of
lawn
in
front
and
a
garden
behind-and-and
a
tiled
bathroom
.
"
"
That
would
be
sixty
pounds
a
year
at
least
.
"
"
Which
means
five
hundred
a
year
...
.
Yes
,
well
,
you
see
,
I
told
my
uncle
I
wanted
that
,
and
I
've
got
it
.
"
"
Got
what
?
"
"
Five
hundred
pounds
a
year
.
"
"
Five
hundred
pounds
!
"
I
burst
into
laughter
that
had
more
than
a
taste
of
bitterness
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
really
!
and
NOW
what
do
you
think
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
a
little
flushed
;
"
but
be
sensible
!
Do
you
really
mean
you
've
got
a
Rise
,
all
at
once
,
of
two
hundred
a
year
?
"
"
To
marry
on-yes
.
"
She
scrutinised
me
a
moment
.
"
You
've
done
this
as
a
surprise
!
"
she
said
,
and
laughed
at
my
laughter
.
She
had
become
radiant
,
and
that
made
me
radiant
,
too
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
yes
,
"
and
laughed
no
longer
bitterly
.
She
clasped
her
hands
and
looked
me
in
the
eyes
.
She
was
so
pleased
that
I
forgot
absolutely
my
disgust
of
a
moment
before
.
I
forgot
that
she
had
raised
her
price
two
hundred
pounds
a
year
and
that
I
had
bought
her
at
that
.
"
Come
!
"
I
said
,
standing
up
;
"
let
's
go
towards
the
sunset
,
dear
,
and
talk
about
it
all
.
Do
you
know-this
is
a
most
beautiful
world
,
an
amazingly
beautiful
world
,
and
when
the
sunset
falls
upon
you
it
makes
you
into
shining
gold
.
No
,
not
gold-into
golden
glass
...
.
Into
something
better
that
either
glass
or
gold
.
"
...
And
for
all
that
evening
I
wooed
her
and
kept
her
glad
.
She
made
me
repeat
my
assurances
over
again
and
still
doubted
a
little
.
We
furnished
that
double-fronted
house
from
attic-it
ran
to
an
attic-to
cellar
,
and
created
a
garden
.
"
Do
you
know
Pampas
Grass
?
"
said
Marion
.
"
I
love
Pampas
Grass
...
if
there
is
room
.
"
"
You
shall
have
Pampas
Grass
,
"
I
declared
.
And
there
were
moments
as
we
went
in
imagination
about
that
house
together
,
when
my
whole
being
cried
out
to
take
her
in
my
arms-now
.
But
I
refrained
.
On
that
aspect
of
life
I
touched
very
lightly
in
that
talk
,
very
lightly
because
I
had
had
my
lessons
.
She
promised
to
marry
me
within
two
months
'
time
.
Shyly
,
reluctantly
,
she
named
a
day
,
and
next
afternoon
,
in
heat
and
wrath
,
we
"
broke
it
off
"
again
for
the
last
time
.
We
split
upon
procedure
.
I
refused
flatly
to
have
a
normal
wedding
with
wedding
cake
,
in
white
favours
,
carriages
and
the
rest
of
it
.
It
dawned
upon
me
suddenly
in
conversation
with
her
and
her
mother
,
that
this
was
implied
.
I
blurted
out
my
objection
forthwith
,
and
this
time
it
was
n't
any
ordinary
difference
of
opinion
;
it
was
a
"
row
.
"
I
do
n't
remember
a
quarter
of
the
things
we
flung
out
in
that
dispute
.
I
remember
her
mother
reiterating
in
tones
of
gentle
remonstrance
:
"
But
,
George
dear
,
you
must
have
a
cake-to
send
home
.
"
I
think
we
all
reiterated
things
.
I
seem
to
remember
a
refrain
of
my
own
:
"
A
marriage
is
too
sacred
a
thing
,
too
private
a
thing
,
for
this
display
.
Her
father
came
in
and
stood
behind
me
against
the
wall
,
and
her
aunt
appeared
beside
the
sideboard
and
stood
with
arms
,
looking
from
speaker
to
speaker
,
a
sternly
gratified
prophetess
.
It
did
n't
occur
to
me
then
!
How
painful
it
was
to
Marion
for
these
people
to
witness
my
rebellion
.
"
But
,
George
,
"
said
her
father
,
"
what
sort
of
marriage
do
you
want
?
You
do
n't
want
to
go
to
one
of
those
there
registry
offices
?
"
"
That
's
exactly
what
I
'd
like
to
do
.
Marriage
is
too
private
a
thing-
"
"
I
should
n't
feel
married
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramboat
.
"
Look
here
,
Marion
,
"
I
said
;
"
we
are
going
to
be
married
at
a
registry
office
.
I
do
n't
believe
in
all
these
fripperies
and
superstitions
,
and
I
wo
n't
submit
to
them
.
I
've
agreed
to
all
sorts
of
things
to
please
you
.
"
"
What
's
he
agreed
to
?
"
said
her
father-unheeded
.
"
I
ca
n't
marry
at
a
registry
office
,
"
said
Marion
,
sallow-white
.
"
Very
well
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
'll
marry
nowhere
else
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
marry
at
a
registry
office
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
I
said
,
standing
up
,
white
and
tense
and
it
amazed
me
,
but
I
was
also
exultant
;
"
then
we
wo
n't
marry
at
all
.
"
She
leant
forward
over
the
table
,
staring
blankly
.
But
presently
her
half-averted
face
began
to
haunt
me
as
she
had
sat
at
the
table
,
and
her
arm
and
the
long
droop
of
her
shoulder
.
The
next
day
I
did
an
unexampled
thing
.
I
sent
a
telegram
to
my
uncle
,
"
Bad
temper
not
coming
to
business
,
"
and
set
off
for
Highgate
and
Ewart
.
He
was
actually
at
work-on
a
bust
of
Millie
,
and
seemed
very
glad
for
any
interruption
.
"
Ewart
,
you
old
Fool
,
"
I
said
,
"
knock
off
and
come
for
a
day
's
gossip
.
I
'm
rotten
.
There
's
a
sympathetic
sort
of
lunacy
about
you
.
Let
's
go
to
Staines
and
paddle
up
to
Windsor
.
"
"
Girl
?
"
said
Ewart
,
putting
down
a
chisel
.
"
Yes
.
"
That
was
all
I
told
him
of
my
affair
.
"
I
've
got
no
money
,
"
he
remarked
,
to
clear
up
ambiguity
in
my
invitation
.
We
got
a
jar
of
shandy-gaff
,
some
food
,
and
,
on
Ewart
's
suggestion
,
two
Japanese
sunshades
in
Staines
;
we
demanded
extra
cushions
at
the
boathouse
and
we
spent
an
enormously
soothing
day
in
discourse
and
meditation
,
our
boat
moored
in
a
shady
place
this
side
of
Windsor
.
I
seem
to
remember
Ewart
with
a
cushion
forward
,
only
his
heels
and
sunshade
and
some
black
ends
of
hair
showing
,
a
voice
and
no
more
,
against
the
shining
,
smoothly-streaming
mirror
of
the
trees
and
bushes
.
"
It
's
not
worth
it
,
"
was
the
burthen
of
the
voice
.
"
You
'd
better
get
yourself
a
Millie
,
Ponderevo
,
and
then
you
would
n't
feel
so
upset
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
decidedly
,
"
that
's
not
my
way
.
"
A
thread
of
smoke
ascended
from
Ewart
for
a
while
,
like
smoke
from
an
altar
.
"
Everything
's
a
muddle
,
and
you
think
it
is
n't
.
Nobody
knows
where
we
are-because
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
we
are
n't
anywhere
.
Are
women
property-or
are
they
fellow-creatures
?
Or
a
sort
of
proprietary
goddesses
?
They
're
so
obviously
fellow-creatures
.
You
believe
in
the
goddess
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
,
"
that
's
not
my
idea
.
"
"
What
is
your
idea
?
"
"
Well
"
"
H
'm
,
"
said
Ewart
,
in
my
pause
.
"
My
idea
,
"
I
said
,
"
is
to
meet
one
person
who
will
belong
to
me-to
whom
I
shall
belong-body
and
soul
.
No
half-gods
!
Wait
till
she
comes
.
If
she
comes
at
all
...
.
We
must
come
to
each
other
young
and
pure
.
"
"
There
's
no
such
thing
as
a
pure
person
or
an
impure
person
...
.
Mixed
to
begin
with
.
"
This
was
so
manifestly
true
that
it
silenced
me
altogether
.
"
And
if
you
belong
to
her
and
she
to
you
,
Ponderevo-which
end
's
the
head
?
"
I
made
no
answer
except
an
impatient
"
oh
!
"
For
a
time
we
smoked
in
silence
...
.
"
Did
I
tell
you
,
Ponderevo
,
of
a
wonderful
discovery
I
've
made
?
"
Ewart
began
presently
.
"
No
,
"
I
said
,
"
what
is
it
?
"
"
There
's
no
Mrs.
Grundy
.
"
"
No
?
"
"
No
!
Practically
not
.
I
've
just
thought
all
that
business
out
.
She
's
merely
an
instrument
,
Ponderevo
.
She
's
borne
the
blame
.
Grundy
's
a
man
.
Grundy
unmasked
.
Rather
lean
and
out
of
sorts
.
Early
middle
age
.
With
bunchy
black
whiskers
and
a
worried
eye
.
Been
good
so
far
,
and
it
's
fretting
him
!
Moods
!
There
's
Grundy
in
a
state
of
sexual
panic
,
for
example
,
-'For
God
's
sake
cover
it
up
!
They
get
together-they
get
together
!
It
's
too
exciting
!
The
most
dreadful
things
are
happening
!
'
Rushing
about-long
arms
going
like
a
windmill
.
'
They
must
be
kept
apart
!
'
Starts
out
for
an
absolute
obliteration
of
everything
absolute
separations
.
One
side
of
the
road
for
men
,
and
the
other
for
women
,
and
a
hoarding-without
posters
between
them
.
Every
boy
and
girl
to
be
sewed
up
in
a
sack
and
sealed
,
just
the
head
and
hands
and
feet
out
until
twenty-one
.
Music
abolished
,
calico
garments
for
the
lower
animals
!
Sparrows
to
be
suppressed-ab-so-lutely
.
"
I
laughed
abruptly
.
"
Well
,
that
's
Mr.
Grundy
in
one
mood-and
it
puts
Mrs.
Grundy-She
's
a
much-maligned
person
,
Ponderevo-a
rake
at
heart-and
it
puts
her
in
a
most
painful
state
of
fluster-most
painful
!
She
's
an
amenable
creature
.
When
Grundy
tells
her
things
are
shocking
,
she
's
shocked-pink
and
breathless
.
She
goes
about
trying
to
conceal
her
profound
sense
of
guilt
behind
a
haughty
expression
...
.
"
Grundy
,
meanwhile
,
is
in
a
state
of
complete
whirlabout
.
Long
lean
knuckly
hands
pointing
and
gesticulating
!
'
They
're
still
thinking
of
things-thinking
of
things
!
It
's
dreadful
.
They
get
it
out
of
books
.
I
ca
n't
imagine
where
they
get
it
!
I
must
watch
!
There
're
people
over
there
whispering
!
Nobody
ought
to
whisper
!
-There
's
something
suggestive
in
the
mere
act
!
Then
,
pictures
!
In
the
museum-things
too
dreadful
for
words
.
Why
ca
n't
we
have
pure
art-with
the
anatomy
all
wrong
and
pure
and
nice-and
pure
fiction
pure
poetry
,
instead
of
all
this
stuff
with
allusions-allusions
?
...
Excuse
me
!
There
's
something
up
behind
that
locked
door
!
The
keyhole
!
In
the
interests
of
public
morality-yes
,
Sir
,
as
a
pure
good
man-I
insist-I
'LL
look-it
wo
n't
hurt
me-I
insist
on
looking
my
duty-M'm'm-the
keyhole
!
'
"
He
kicked
his
legs
about
extravagantly
,
and
I
laughed
again
.
"
That
's
Grundy
in
one
mood
,
Ponderevo
.
It
is
n't
Mrs.
Grundy
.
That
's
one
of
the
lies
we
tell
about
women
.
They
're
too
simple
.
Simple
!
Woman
ARE
simple
!
They
take
on
just
what
men
tell
'
em
.
"
Ewart
meditated
for
a
space
.
"
Just
exactly
as
it
's
put
to
them
,
"
he
said
,
and
resumed
the
moods
of
Mr.
Grundy
.
"
Then
you
get
old
Grundy
in
another
mood
.
Ever
caught
him
nosing
,
Ponderevo
?
Mad
with
the
idea
of
mysterious
,
unknown
,
wicked
,
delicious
things
.
Things
that
are
n't
respectable
.
Wow
!
Things
he
must
n't
do
!
...
Any
one
who
knows
about
these
things
,
knows
there
's
just
as
much
mystery
and
deliciousness
about
Grundy
's
forbidden
things
as
there
is
about
eating
ham
.
Jolly
nice
if
it
's
a
bright
morning
and
you
're
well
and
hungry
and
having
breakfast
in
the
open
air
.
Jolly
unattractive
if
you
're
off
colour
.
But
Grundy
's
covered
it
all
up
and
hidden
it
and
put
mucky
shades
and
covers
over
it
until
he
's
forgotten
it
.
Begins
to
fester
round
it
in
his
mind
.
Has
dreadful
struggles-with
himself
about
impure
thoughts
...
.
Then
you
set
Grundy
with
hot
ears
,
-curious
in
undertones
.
Grundy
on
the
loose
,
Grundy
in
a
hoarse
whisper
and
with
furtive
eyes
and
convulsive
movements-making
things
indecent
.
Evolving-in
dense
vapours-indecency
!
"
Grundy
sins
.
Oh
,
yes
,
he
's
a
hypocrite
.
Sneaks
round
a
corner
and
sins
ugly
.
It
's
Grundy
and
his
dark
corners
that
make
vice
,
vice
!
We
artists-we
have
no
vices
.
"
And
then
he
's
frantic
with
repentance
.
And
wants
to
be
cruel
to
fallen
women
and
decent
harmless
sculptors
of
the
simple
nude-like
me-and
so
back
to
his
panic
again
.
"
"
Mrs.
Grundy
,
I
suppose
,
does
n't
know
he
sins
,
"
I
remarked
.
"
No
?
I
'm
not
so
sure
...
.
But
,
bless
her
heart
she
's
a
woman
...
.
She
's
a
woman
.
Then
again
you
get
Grundy
with
a
large
greasy
smile-like
an
accident
to
a
butter
tub-all
over
his
face
,
being
Liberal
Minded-Grundy
in
his
Anti-Puritan
moments
,
'
trying
not
to
see
Harm
in
it'-Grundy
the
friend
of
innocent
pleasure
.
He
makes
you
sick
with
the
Harm
he
's
trying
not
to
see
in
it
...
"
And
that
's
why
everything
's
wrong
,
Ponderevo
.
Grundy
,
damn
him
!
stands
in
the
light
,
and
we
young
people
ca
n't
see
.
His
moods
affect
us
.
We
catch
his
gusts
of
panic
,
his
disease
of
nosing
,
his
greasiness
.
We
do
n't
know
what
we
may
think
,
what
we
may
say
,
he
does
his
silly
utmost
to
prevent
our
reading
and
seeing
the
one
thing
,
the
one
sort
of
discussion
we
find-quite
naturally
and
properly-supremely
interesting
.
So
we
do
n't
adolescence
;
we
blunder
up
to
sex
.
Dare-dare
to
look-and
he
may
dirt
you
for
ever
!
The
girls
are
terror-stricken
to
silence
by
his
significant
whiskers
,
by
the
bleary
something
in
his
eyes
.
"
Suddenly
Ewart
,
with
an
almost
Jack-in-the-box
effect
,
sat
up
.
"
He
's
about
us
everywhere
,
Ponderevo
,
"
he
said
,
very
solemnly
.
"
Sometimes-sometimes
I
think
he
is-in
our
blood
.
In
MINE
.
"
He
regarded
me
for
my
opinion
very
earnestly
,
with
his
pipe
in
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
"
You
're
the
remotest
cousin
he
ever
had
,
"
I
said
.
I
reflected
.
"
Look
here
,
Ewart
,
"
I
asked
,
"
how
would
you
have
things
different
?
"
He
wrinkled
up
his
queer
face
,
regarded
the
wait
and
made
his
pipe
gurgle
for
a
space
,
thinking
deeply
.
"
There
are
complications
,
I
admit
.
We
've
grown
up
under
the
terror
of
Grundy
and
that
innocent
but
docile
and-yes-formidable
lady
,
his
wife
.
I
do
n't
know
how
far
the
complications
are
n't
a
disease
,
a
sort
of
bleaching
under
the
Grundy
shadow
...
.
It
is
possible
there
are
things
I
have
still
to
learn
about
women
...
.
Man
has
eaten
of
the
Tree
of
Knowledge
.
His
innocence
is
gone
.
You
ca
n't
have
your
cake
and
eat
it
.
We
're
in
for
knowledge
;
let
's
have
it
plain
and
straight
.
I
should
begin
,
I
think
,
by
abolishing
the
ideas
of
decency
and
indecency
...
.
"
"
Grundy
would
have
fits
!
"
I
injected
.
"
Grundy
,
Ponderevo
,
would
have
cold
douches-publicly-if
the
sight
was
not
too
painful-three
times
a
day
...
.
But
I
do
n't
think
,
mind
you
,
that
I
should
let
the
sexes
run
about
together
.
No.
The
fact
behind
the
sexes-is
sex
.
It
's
no
good
humbugging
.
It
trails
about-even
in
the
best
mixed
company
.
Tugs
at
your
ankle
.
The
men
get
showing
off
and
quarrelling-and
the
women
.
Or
they
're
bored
.
I
suppose
the
ancestral
males
have
competed
for
the
ancestral
females
ever
since
they
were
both
some
sort
of
grubby
little
reptile
.
You
are
n't
going
to
alter
that
in
a
thousand
years
or
so
...
.
Never
should
you
have
a
mixed
company
,
never-except
with
only
one
man
or
only
one
woman
.
How
would
that
be
?
...
"
Or
duets
only
?
...
"
How
to
manage
it
?
Some
rule
of
etiquette
,
perhaps
.
"
...
He
became
portentously
grave
.
Then
his
long
hand
went
out
in
weird
gestures
.
"
I
seem
to
see-I
seem
to
see-a
sort
of
City
of
Women
,
Ponderevo
.
Yes
...
.
A
walled
enclosure-good
stone-mason
's
work-a
city
wall
,
high
as
the
walls
of
Rome
,
going
about
a
garden
.
Dozens
of
square
miles
of
garden-trees-fountains-arbours-lakes
.
Lawns
on
which
the
women
play
,
avenues
in
which
they
gossip
,
boats
...
.
Women
like
that
sort
of
thing
.
Any
woman
who
's
been
to
a
good
eventful
girls
'
school
lives
on
the
memory
of
it
for
the
rest
of
her
life
.
It
's
one
of
the
pathetic
things
about
women-the
superiority
of
school
and
college-to
anything
they
get
afterwards
.
And
this
city-garden
of
women
will
have
beautiful
places
for
music
,
places
for
beautiful
dresses
,
places
for
beautiful
work
.
Everything
a
woman
can
want
.
Nurseries
.
Kindergartens
.
Schools
.
And
no
man-except
to
do
rough
work
,
perhaps-ever
comes
in
.
The
men
live
in
a
world
where
they
can
hunt
and
engineer
,
invent
and
mine
and
manufacture
,
sail
ships
,
drink
deep
and
practice
the
arts
,
and
fight-
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
but-
"
He
stilled
me
with
a
gesture
.
"
I
'm
coming
to
that
.
The
homes
of
the
women
,
Ponderevo
,
will
be
set
in
the
wall
of
their
city
;
each
woman
will
have
her
own
particular
house
and
home
,
furnished
after
her
own
heart
in
her
own
manner-with
a
little
balcony
on
the
outside
wall
.
Built
into
the
wall-and
a
little
balcony
.
And
there
she
will
go
and
look
out
,
when
the
mood
takes
her
,
and
all
round
the
city
there
will
be
a
broad
road
and
seats
and
great
shady
trees
.
And
men
will
stroll
up
and
down
there
when
they
feel
the
need
of
feminine
company
;
when
,
for
instance
,
they
want
to
talk
about
their
souls
or
their
characters
or
any
of
the
things
that
only
women
will
stand
...
.
The
women
will
lean
over
and
look
at
the
men
and
smile
and
talk
to
them
as
they
fancy
.
And
each
woman
will
have
this
;
she
will
have
a
little
silken
ladder
she
can
let
down
if
she
chooses-if
she
wants
to
talk
closer
...
"
"
The
men
would
still
be
competing
.
"
"
There
perhaps-yes
.
But
they
'd
have
to
abide
by
the
women
's
decisions
.
"
I
raised
one
or
two
difficulties
,
and
for
a
while
we
played
with
this
idea
.
"
Ewart
,
"
I
said
,
"
this
is
like
Doll
's
Island
.
"
Suppose
,
"
I
reflected
,
"
an
unsuccessful
man
laid
siege
to
a
balcony
and
would
n't
let
his
rival
come
near
it
?
"
"
Move
him
on
,
"
said
Ewart
,
"
by
a
special
regulation
.
As
one
does
