letteras
ever
man
wrote
,
but
it
contained
one
piece
of
information
.
Mr.
Gillat
was
going
to
have
a
great
excitement
in
the
early
autumn
—
Captain
Polkington
was
coming
to
London
,
perhaps
for
as
long
as
three
months
.
Johnny
did
not
know
why
;
he
thought
perhaps
to
have
some
treatment
for
his
rheumatism
;
Mrs.
Polkington
had
arranged
it
.
Julia
did
know
why
,
and
the
short-sightedness
of
the
policy
roused
her
contempt
.
To
thus
put
the
family
drawback
out
of
the
way
,
and
leave
him
to
his
own
devices
and
Mr.
Gillat
's
care
,
seemed
to
her
as
unwise
towards
him
as
it
was
unkind
to
Johnny
.
She
would
have
written
that
minute
to
expostulate
with
her
mother
if
she
had
not
just
then
been
called
away
.
These
two
disturbing
letters
arrived
on
the
day
that
Joost
came
home
from
Germany
,
after
the
English
mail
for
the
day
had
gone
.
Julia
comforted
herself
with
this
last
fact
when
she
was
called
before
she
had
time
to
write
to
her
mother
;
she
could
write
when
she
went
to
bed
that
night
;
the
letter
would
go
just
as
soon
as
if
it
was
written
now
;
so
she
went
to
answer
Mevrouw
's
summons
to
admire
the
carved
crochet
hook
her
son
had
brought
her
as
a
present
from
Germany
.
Joost
had
brought
several
small
presents
besides
the
crochet
hook
,
a
pipe
for
his
father
,
and
two
other
trifles
—
a
small
vase
and
a
photograph
of
a
plant
which
was
the
pride
of
the
Berlin
gardens
that
year
—
an
aloe
,
no
yucca
,
but
one
of
the
true
rare
blooming
sort
,
in
full
flower
.
Julia
was
asked
to
take
her
choice
of
these
two
;
she
chose
the
photograph
because
it
seemed
to
her
much
more
characteristic
of
the
giver
,
and
also
because
it
was
easier
to
put
away
.
She
had
no
idea
of
pleasing
Joost
by
so
doing
;
to
tell
the
truth
she
hardly
felt
desirous
of
pleasing
him
,
for
though
she
had
refrained
from
taking
his
blue
daffodil
and
was
in
a
way
satisfied
that
she
had
done
so
,
she
did
not
feel
exactly
grateful
to
him
for
unconsciously
standing
between
her
and
it
,
from
which
some
may
conclude
that
virtue
was
not
an
indigenous
plant
with
Julia
.
When
Denah
arrived
after
dinner
she
was
given
the
vase
.
Before
Joost
went
away
she
had
expressed
in
his
hearing
a
wish
that
she
had
something
from
Berlin
;
she
had
said
it
rather
pronouncedly
as
one
might
express
a
desire
for
a
bear
from
the
Rocky
Mountains
,
or
a
ruby
from
Burmah
;
she
could
hardly
have
received
one
of
those
with
more
enthusiasm
than
she
did
the
vase
.
She
admired
it
from
every
point
of
view
and
thanked
Joost
delightedly
;
the
delight
,
however
,
was
a
little
modified
when
Mijnheer
let
slip
the
fact
that
Julia
also
had
a
present
from
Berlin
.
"
Have
you
?
"
she
asked
suspiciously
.
"
What
is
it
?
Show
me
.
"
Julia
fetched
the
photograph
and
exhibited
it
with
as
little
elation
as
possible
.
Denah
did
not
admire
it
greatly
,
she
said
she
much
preferred
her
own
present
.
At
this
Joost
smiled
a
little
;
it
was
only
what
he
ex
pected
,
and
Julia
began
tactfully
to
talk
about
the
beauties
of
the
vase
;
but
Denah
was
not
to
be
put
off
her
main
point
.
"
Do
you
not
prefer
mine
;
really
and
truly
,
would
you
not
rather
it
had
been
yours
?
"
she
asked
.
Julia
could
have
slipped
out
of
the
answer
quite
easily
;
the
Polkingtons
were
all
good
at
saying
things
to
be
interpreted
according
to
taste
;
but
Joost
,
with
signal
idiocy
,
stepped
in
and
prevented
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
"
she
preferred
the
photograph
;
she
chose
it
of
the
two
.
"
At
this
intelligence
Denah
's
face
was
a
study
;
Julia
could
not
but
be
amused
by
it
although
she
was
sorry
.
She
did
not
want
to
make
the
girl
jealous
,
it
was
absurd
that
she
should
be
;
but
absurdity
never
prevents
such
things
,
and
would
not
now
,
nor
would
it
make
her
pleasanter
if
she
were
once
fairly
roused
.
Julia
smoothed
matters
over
as
well
as
she
could
,
which
was
very
well
considering
,
though
she
failed
to
entirely
allay
Denah
's
suspicions
.
As
soon
after
as
she
could
she
set
out
for
the
village
,
leaving
the
field
to
the
Dutch
girl
,
and
carrying
with
her
enough
unpleasant
thoughts
on
other
things
to
prevent
her
from
giving
any
more
consideration
to
the
silly
spasm
of
jealousy
.
She
had
thrust
her
two
letters
from
England
into
her
pocket
,
and
as
she
went
she
kept
turning
and
turning
their
news
in
her
mind
though
without
much
result
.
There
seemed
very
little
she
could
do
except
prevent
the
banishing
of
her
father
to
London
.
She
would
write
to
her
mother
about
that
,
and
,
what
might
be
rather
more
effective
,
to
Mr.
Gillat
.
She
could
tell
him
it
must
not
happen
,
and
instruct
him
how
to
place
obstacles
in
the
way
;
he
would
do
his
best
to
fulfil
her
requests
,
she
was
sure
,
even
to
going
down
to
Marbridge
and
establish
ing
himself
there
about
the
time
of
her
father
's
intended
departure
.
But
with
regard
to
the
rest
of
her
mother
's
plans
,
or
Chèrie
's
,
whichever
it
might
be
,
there
seemed
nothing
to
be
done
.
To
write
would
be
useless
;
to
go
home
,
even
if
she
swallowed
her
pride
and
did
so
,
very
little
better
;
of
course
she
had
not
anything
very
definite
to
go
upon
,
only
a
hint
here
and
there
,
yet
she
guessed
pretty
well
what
they
were
doing
,
what
spending
,
and
what
they
thought
to
get
by
it
.
The
old
,
long-headed
Julia
feared
for
the
result
;
Mrs.
Polkington
,
clever
though
she
undoubtedly
was
,
had
never
succeeded
in
big
ventures
;
she
had
not
the
sort
of
mind
for
it
;
she
had
never
made
a
wholly
successful
big
stride
;
her
real
climbing
had
been
done
very
slowly
,
so
the
old
Julia
feared
for
her
.
And
the
new
one
,
who
had
grown
up
during
the
past
months
,
revolted
against
the
whole
thing
,
finding
it
sordid
,
despicable
,
dishonourable
even
,
somehow
all
wrong
.
And
perhaps
because
the
old
cautious
Julia
could
do
nothing
to
avert
the
consequences
,
the
newer
nature
was
in
the
ascendant
that
evening
,
and
consequences
were
in
time
forgotten
,
and
disgust
and
weariness
and
shame
—
which
included
self
and
all
things
connected
with
it
—
took
possession
of
the
girl
.
By
and
by
she
heard
a
step
behind
her
—
Rawson-Clew
.
She
had
forgotten
his
existence
;
she
was
almost
sorry
to
be
reminded
of
it
;
she
felt
so
ashamed
of
herself
and
her
people
,
so
conscious
of
the
gulf
between
them
and
him
.
So
very
conscious
of
this
last
that
she
suddenly
felt
disinclined
for
the
effort
of
struggling
to
hide
or
bridge
it
.
He
caught
up
with
her
.
"
How
has
the
crochet
progressed
this
week
under
your
care
?
"
he
asked
her
lightly
.
"
It
has
not
progressed
,
"
she
answered
;
"
there
are
enough
mistakes
in
it
now
to
occupy
Denah
for
a
long
time
.
"
He
took
her
basket
from
her
,
and
she
looked
at
him
thoughtfully
.
He
was
just
the
same
as
usual
,
quiet
,
drawling
voice
,
eyeglass
,
everything
—
she
wondered
if
he
were
ever
different
;
how
he
would
act
,
say
,
in
her
circumstances
.
If
they
could
change
bodies
,
now
,
and
he
be
Julia
Polkington
,
with
her
relations
,
needs
and
opportunities
,
what
would
he
do
?
Would
he
still
be
impassive
,
deliberate
,
equal
to
all
occasions
?
Would
he
find
it
easy
to
keep
his
inviolable
laws
of
good-breeding
and
honour
,
and
so
forth
?
"
There
is
something
I
should
like
to
ask
you
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
"
Yes
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Is
it
much
trouble
to
you
to
be
honest
?
"
He
was
a
little
surprised
,
though
not
so
much
as
he
would
have
been
earlier
in
their
acquaintance
.
"
That
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
expect
rather
depends
on
what
you
mean
by
honest
.
I
imagine
you
do
n't
refer
to
lying
and
stealing
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
,
since
nobody
finds
it
difficult
to
avoid
them
.
"
"
They
are
not
gentlemanly
?
"
she
suggested
.
"
I
do
n't
know
that
I
ever
looked
at
it
in
that
way
,
"
he
said
;
"
or
,
indeed
,
any
way
.
One
does
not
think
about
those
sort
of
things
;
one
does
not
do
them
,
that
's
all
.
"
She
nodded
.
The
careless
change
of
pronoun
,
which
in
a
way
included
her
with
himself
,
was
not
lost
upon
her
.
"
In
the
matter
of
half-truths
,
"
she
inquired
;
"
how
about
them
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
I
have
given
that
subject
consideration
either
,
"
he
answered
,
rather
amused
;
"
there
does
not
seem
any
need
at
my
age
.
One
does
things
,
or
one
does
not
;
abstractions
do
n't
appeal
to
most
men
after
thirty
.
"
Again
Julia
nodded
.
"
It
looks
to
me
,
"
she
said
,
"
as
if
you
take
your
morality
,
like
your
dinner
,
as
a
matter
of
course
;
it
's
always
there
;
you
do
n't
have
to
bother
after
it
;
you
do
n't
really
know
how
it
comes
,
or
what
it
is
worth
.
"
Now
and
then
Rawson-Clew
had
observed
in
his
acquaintance
with
Julia
,
she
said
things
which
had
a
way
of
lighting
him
up
to
himself
;
this
was
one
of
the
occasions
.
"
Possibly
you
are
right
,
"
he
said
,
with
faint
amusement
.
"
How
do
you
take
yours
?
Let
us
consider
yours
;
I
am
sure
it
would
be
a
great
deal
more
interesting
.
"
"
There
would
be
more
variety
in
it
,
"
she
said
significantly
.
"
What
is
your
opinion
about
half-truths
?
"
he
inquired
,
with
grave
mimicry
of
her
.
"
'
Half
a
truth
,
however
small
,
Is
better
than
no
truth
at
all
,
'
"
she
quoted
.
"
That
is
so
;
it
is
better
,
safer
to
deal
with
—
to
explain
away
if
it
is
found
out
,
to
deceive
with
if
it
is
not
.
But
it
is
not
half
so
easy
as
the
whole
truth
;
that
is
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
;
it
takes
no
ingenuity
,
no
brains
,
no
courage
,
no
acting
,
no
feeling
the
pulse
of
your
people
,
no
bolstering
up
or
watching
or
remembering
.
If
I
wanted
to
teach
the
beauty
of
truth
,
I
would
set
my
pupils
to
do
a
little
artistic
white
lying
on
their
own
account
,
to
make
things
look
four
times
as
good
as
they
really
were
,
and
not
to
forget
to
make
them
square
together
,
that
would
teach
them
the
advantage
of
truth
.
"
"
Do
you
think
so
?
"
Rawson-Clew
said
.
"
It
is
not
the
usual
opinion
;
fools
and
cowards
are
generally
supposed
to
be
the
great
dealers
in
deceit
and
subterfuge
.
"
"
May
be
,
"
Julia
allowed
;
"
but
I
do
n't
happen
to
have
come
across
that
sort
much
;
the
other
I
have
,
and
I
am
just
about
sick
of
it
—
I
am
sick
of
pretending
and
shamming
and
double-dealing
,
of
saying
one
thing
and
implying
another
,
and
meaning
another
still
—
you
do
n't
know
what
it
feels
like
,
you
have
never
had
to
do
it
;
you
would
n't
,
of
course
;
very
likely
you
could
n't
,
even
.
I
am
weary
of
it
;
I
am
weary
of
the
whole
thing
.
"
Rawson-Clew
screwed
the
glass
into
his
eye
carefully
but
did
not
look
at
her
;
he
had
an
idea
she
would
rather
not
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
asked
kindly
.
"
What
has
gone
wrong
to-night
?
Too
much
pudding
again
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
with
a
quick
,
if
partial
,
recovery
;
"
too
much
humbug
,
too
much
self
.
I
have
seen
a
great
deal
of
myself
lately
,
and
it
's
hateful
.
"
"
I
cannot
agree
with
you
.
"
"
Do
you
like
having
a
lot
of
yourself
?
"
"
No
;
I
like
yourself
.
"
She
laughed
a
little
;
in
her
heart
she
was
pleased
,
but
she
only
said
,
"
I
do
n't
;
I
know
what
it
really
is
.
"
"
And
I
do
not
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
;
then
,
with
a
sudden
determination
to
tell
him
the
worst
,
and
to
deal
in
this
newly
admired
honesty
,
she
said
,
"
I
will
tell
you
,
though
.
You
remember
my
father
?
You
may
have
politely
forgotten
him
,
or
smoothed
out
your
recollections
of
him
—
remember
him
now
;
he
is
just
about
what
you
thought
him
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
the
tone
was
that
one
of
polite
interest
,
which
she
had
come
to
know
so
well
.
"
Your
shoe
is
unfastened
;
may
I
tie
it
for
you
?
The
question
is
,
"
he
went
on
,
as
he
stooped
to
her
shoe
,
"
what
did
I
think
of
your
father
?
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
know
,
and
I
hardly
think
you
are
in
a
position
to
,
either
.
"
She
moved
impatiently
,
so
that
the
shoelace
slipped
out
of
his
hand
,
and
he
had
to
begin
all
over
again
.
It
was
a
very
shabby
shoe
;
at
another
time
she
might
have
minded
about
it
,
and
even
refused
to
have
it
fastened
on
that
account
;
to-night
she
did
not
care
,
which
was
perhaps
as
well
,
for
Rawson-Clew
knew
long
ago
all
about
the
shabbiness
—
the
only
thing
he
did
not
know
before
was
the
good
shape
of
the
foot
inside
.
"
I
know
perfectly
well
what
you
thought
my
father
,
"
she
said
;
"
if
you
have
forgotten
,
I
will
remind
you
.
You
did
not
think
him
an
adventurer
,
I
know
;
of
course
,
you
saw
he
had
not
brains
enough
.
"
But
here
the
shoe
tying
was
finished
,
and
Rawson-Clew
intimated
politely
that
he
was
not
anxious
to
be
reminded
of
things
he
had
forgotten
.
"
You
began
by
saying
you
would
tell
me
about
yourself
,
"
he
said
;
"
will
you
not
go
on
?
"
"
I
have
more
brains
than
my
father
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
no
more
principles
.
"
"
Ergo
—
you
succeed
where
he
falls
short
;
in
fact
,
you
are
an
adventuress
—
is
that
it
?
My
dear
child
,
you
neither
are
,
nor
ever
could
be
;
believe
me
,
I
really
do
know
,
though
,
as
you
have
indicated
,
my
morality
is
rather
mechanical
and
my
experience
much
as
other
men
's
.
You
see
,
I
,
too
,
have
graduated
in
the
study
of
humanity
in
the
university
of
cosmopolis
;
I
do
n't
think
my
degree
is
as
high
as
yours
,
and
I
certainly
did
not
take
it
so
young
,
but
I
believe
I
know
an
adventuress
when
I
see
one
.
You
will
never
do
in
that
walk
of
life
;
I
do
n't
mean
to
insinuate
that
you
have
n't
brains
enough
,
or
that
you
would
ever
lose
your
head
;
it
is
n't
that
you
would
lose
,
it
's
your
heart
.
"
"
I
have
n't
;
"
Julia
cried
hotly
.
"
I
have
not
lost
my
heart
;
that
has
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
"
"
I
did
not
say
that
you
had
,
"
Rawson-Clew
reminded
her
;
"
of
course
not
,
you
have
not
lost
it
,
and
could
not
easily
.
I
did
not
mean
that
;
I
only
meant
that
it
would
interfere
with
your
success
as
an
adventuress
.
"
"
It
would
not
,
"
Julia
persisted
;
"
I
do
n't
care
about
people
a
bit
;
it
is
n't
that
,
it
is
simply
that
I
am
sick
of
deception
,
that
is
why
I
am
telling
you
the
truth
.
And
as
for
the
other
thing
—
the
daffodil
"
—
she
forgot
that
he
did
not
know
about
it
—
"
I
could
n't
take
it
from
any
one
so
silly
,
so
childish
,
so
trusting
.
"
"
Of
course
not
,
"
Rawson-Clew
said
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
the
daffodil
thing
is
,
nor
from
whom
you
could
not
take
it
—
please
do
n't
tell
me
;
I
never
take
the
slightest
interest
in
other
people
's
business
,
it
bores
me
.
But
,
you
see
,
you
bear
out
what
I
say
;
you
are
of
those
strong
who
are
merciful
;
you
would
make
no
success
as
an
adventuress
.
Besides
,
your
tastes
are
too
simple
;
I
have
some
recollections
of
your
mentioning
corduroy
—
er
—
trousers
and
a
diet
of
onions
as
the
height
of
your
ambition
.
"
Julia
laughed
in
spite
of
herself
.
"
That
is
only
when
I
retire
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
n't
retired
yet
;
until
I
do
I
am
—
"
"
The
incarnation
of
the
seven
deadly
sins
?
"
Rawson-Clew
finished
for
her
,
with
a
smile
in
his
eyes
.
"
No
doubt
of
it
;
I
expect
that
is
what
makes
you
good
company
.
"
So
,
after
all
,
it
came
about
that
she
did
not
get
her
confession
made
in
full
.
But
,
then
,
there
hardly
seemed
need
for
it
;
it
appeared
that
Rawson-Clew
already
knew
a
great
deal
about
her
,
and
did
not
think
the
worse
of
her
for
it
.
Rather
it
seemed
he
thought
better
than
she
had
even
believed
;
he
,
himself
,
too
,
was
rather
different
—
there
had
crept
a
note
of
warmth
and
personality
into
their
acquaintance
which
had
not
been
there
before
.
Julia
had
pleasant
thoughts
for
company
on
her
homeward
walk
,
in
spite
of
the
worry
of
the
letters
she
carried
with
her
;
she
even
for
a
moment
had
an
idea
of
putting
the
matter
they
contained
before
Rawson-Clew
and
asking
his
advice
;
that
is
,
if
the
friendship
which
had
begun
to
dawn
on
their
acquaintance
that
evening
grew
yet
further
.
It
did
grow
,
but
she
did
not
ask
him
,
loyalty
to
her
family
prevented
;
there
were
,
however
,
plenty
of
other
things
to
talk
about
,
and
the
friendship
got
on
well
until
the
end
came
.
The
end
came
about
the
time
of
the
annual
fair
.
This
fair
was
a
great
event
in
the
little
town
;
it
only
lasted
three
days
,
and
only
the
middle
one
of
the
three
was
important
,
or
in
the
least
provocative
of
disorder
;
but
—
so
Mijnheer
said
—
it
upset
business
very
much
.
After
inquiry
as
to
how
this
came
about
,
Julia
learnt
that
it
was
found
necessary
to
give
the
workmen
a
holiday
on
the
principal
day
.
They
got
so
drunk
the
night
before
,
that
most
of
them
were
unfit
for
work
,
and
a
few
even
had
the
hardihood
to
stop
away
entirely
,
so
as
to
devote
the
whole
day
to
getting
drunk
again
.
Under
these
circumstances
,
Mijnheer
made
a
virtue
of
necessity
,
and
gave
a
whole
holiday
to
the
entire
staff
.
"
Does
the
office
have
a
holiday
too
?
"
Julia
asked
.
Mijnheer
nodded
.
"
These
young
fellows
,
"
he
said
,
"
are
all
for
holidays
;
they
are
not
like
their
fathers
.
Now
it
is
always
'
I
must
ride
on
my
wheel
;
I
must
row
in
my
boat
;
I
must
play
my
piano
;
let
us
put
the
work
away
as
soon
as
we
can
,
and
forget
it
.
'
It
was
not
so
in
my
young
days
;
then
we
worked
,
or
we
slept
;
playing
was
for
children
.
There
were
some
great
men
of
business
in
those
days
.
"
Julia
was
not
in
a
position
to
contradict
this
;
she
only
said
,
"
It
is
a
real
holiday
,
then
,
like
a
bank
holiday
in
England
?
"
"
A
real
holiday
,
yes
,
"
he
answered
her
;
"
a
holiday
for
you
too
,
if
you
like
.
Would
you
like
a
real
English
bank
holiday
?
"
He
called
to
his
wife
:
"
See
here
,
"
he
said
,
"
here
is
an
English
miss
who
would
like
an
English
holiday
;
when
the
workmen
have
theirs
she
shall
have
hers
too
,
is
it
not
so
?
"
Mevrouw
nodded
,
laughing
.
"
But
what
will
you
do
with
it
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
should
go
out
,
"
Julia
answered
;
"
if
it
is
fine
I
should
go
out
all
day
.
"
"
To
the
fair
?
"
Mijnheer
asked
.
"
You
would
not
like
that
alone
;
it
would
be
very
rough
.
"
"
I
should
go
out
into
the
country
,
"
Julia
said
.
"
I
should
make
an
excursion
all
by
myself
.
"
They
seemed
a
good
deal
amused
by
her
taste
,
but
the
idea
suggested
in
fun
was
really
determined
upon
;
Julia
,
so
Mijnheer
promised
,
should
have
a
holiday
when
every
one
else
did
,
and
do
just
what
she
pleased
.
"
You
shall
do
as
you
like
,
"
he
said
;
"
even
though
it
is
not
to
go
to
the
fair
and
eat
pooferchjes
.
It
is
only
once
in
a
year
one
can
eat
pooferchjes
,
or
three
times
rather
;
they
are
to
be
had
on
each
of
the
three
days
.
"
"
What
are
they
?
"
Julia
asked
.
"
I
have
never
heard
of
them
.
"
"
Never
heard
of
them
,
"
the
old
man
exclaimed
.
"
They
do
not
have
them
,
I
suppose
,
on
an
English
bank
holiday
?
Then
certainly
you
must
have
them
here
;
we
will
go
and
eat
them
on
the
first
day
of
the
fair
,
when
everything
is
nice
and
clean
,
and
there
are
not
too
many
people
about
.
I
will
find
a
nice
quiet
place
,
and
we
will
go
and
eat
them
together
,
after
tea
,
before
there
are
great
crowds
.
Will
you
come
with
me
?
I
shall
be
taking
my
young
lady
to
the
fair
like
a
gay
dog
.
"
He
chuckled
at
the
idea
,
and
Julia
readily
agreed
.
"
I
shall
be
delighted
,
"
she
said
.
When
Denah
came
,
a
little
later
,
it
seemed
she
would
be
delighted
too
,
although
she
was
not
specially
asked
.
But
when
she
heard
of
the
plan
,
she
announced
that
her
father
had
promised
to
take
Anna
and
herself
,
and
what
could
be
better
than
that
the
parties
should
join
?
Mijnheer
quite
approved
of
this
,
so
did
Julia
;
and
she
,
on
hearing
Denah
's
proposal
,
at
once
saw
that
Joost
was
included
as
he
had
not
been
before
.
Joost
did
not
like
fairs
;
he
objected
to
noise
,
and
glare
,
and
crowds
,
and
all
such
things
;
neither
did
he
care
for
pooferchjes
;
they
were
too
bilious
for
him
.
Nevertheless
he
agreed
to
join
the
party
;
Denah
was
quite
sure
it
was
entirely
on
her
account
.
On
the
morning
of
the
first
day
of
the
fair
,
Julia
went
into
the
town
to
buy
cakes
to
take
with
her
on
to-morrow
's
excursion
.
She
had
not
changed
her
mind
about
that
;
she
was
still
fully
determined
to
go
and
spend
a
long
day
in
the
Dunes
.
She
had
not
told
the
Van
Heigens
of
the
place
chosen
;
she
and
Mijnheer
had
much
fun
and
mystery
about
it
,
he
declaring
she
was
going
to
the
wood
to
ride
donkeys
with
the
head
gardener
's
fat
wife
.
There
was
another
thing
she
also
had
not
told
the
Van
Heigens
—
a
slight
alteration
there
had
been
in
her
plans
;
she
was
not
,
as
she
had
first
intended
,
going
alone
.
It
had
somehow
come
about
that
Rawson-Clew
was
going
with
her
;
he
had
never
seen
the
Dunes
,
and
he
had
nothing
to
do
that
day
,
and
he
was
not
going
to
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
in
the
evening
,
it
seemed
rather
a
good
idea
that
he
should
go
for
a
holiday
too
;
Julia
saw
no
objection
to
it
,
but
also
she
saw
that
it
would
not
do
to
tell
her
Dutch
employers
.
She
had
never
mentioned
Rawson
Clew
to
them
—
there
had
not
seemed
any
need
;
she
never
met
him
till
she
was
clear
of
the
town
and
the
range
of
reporting
tongues
there
,
and
she
usually
parted
from
him
before
she
reached
the
village
and
the
observers
there
,
so
nothing
was
known
of
the
evening
walks
.
Which
was
rather
a
pity
,
for
,
as
Julia
afterwards
found
out
,
it
is
often
wisest
to
tell
something
of
your
doings
,
especially
if
you
cannot
tell
all
,
and
they
are
likely
to
come
in
for
public
notice
.
Julia
bought
her
cakes
,
and
went
about
the
town
feeling
as
holiday-like
as
the
gayest
peasant
there
,
although
she
had
no
wonderful
holiday
head-dress
of
starched
lace
and
gold
plates
.
She
did
not
see
any
one
she
knew
,
except
old
Marthe
,
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
's
housekeeper
.
She
had
met
the
old
woman
several
times
when
she
was
marketing
,
and
was
on
speaking
terms
with
her
now
,
so
she
had
to
stop
and
listen
to
her
troubles
.
They
were
only
the
same
old
tale
;
her
newest
young
cook
had
left
suddenly
,
and
she
had
come
to
the
town
to
see
if
she
could
get
another
from
among
the
girls
who
had
come
in
for
the
fair
.
She
had
no
success
at
all
,
and
was
setting
out
for
home
,
despondent
,
and
not
at
all
comforted
to
think
that
she
would
have
to
trudge
in
and
try
all
over
again
the
day
after
to-morrow
.
To-morrow
,
itself
,
the
great
day
,
it
was
no
good
trying
;
no
girl
would
pay
attention
to
business
then
.
In
the
evening
Julia
went
again
into
the
town
,
but
this
time
with
Mijnheer
and
Joost
,
and
dressed
in
her
best
dress
.
It
was
not
at
all
a
new
dress
,
nor
at
all
a
grand
one
,
but
it
was
well
chosen
,
well
made
and
well
fitted
,
and
certainly
very
well
put
on
;
the
gloves
and
hat
,
too
,
accorded
with
it
,
and
she
herself
was
in
a
humour
of
gaiety
that
bordered
on
brilliancy
.
Was
she
not
going
to
have
a
holiday
to-morrow
,
and
was
she
not
going
to
spend
it
in
company
with
a
man
she
liked
,
and
in
despite
of
Dutch
propriety
,
which
would
certainly
have
been
thoroughly
and
outrageously
shocked
thereby
?
Denah
knew
nothing
of
the
causes
at
work
,
but
she
was
not
slow
to
discern
the
result
when
she
and
her
father
and
sister
met
the
Van
Heigen
party
that
evening
.
She
smoothed
the
bow
at
the
neck
of
her
best
dress
,
and
looked
at
her
gloves
discontentedly
;
she
did
not
altogether
admire
Julia
's
clothes
,
they
were
not
at
all
Dutch
;
but
she
had
an
intuitive
idea
that
they
came
nearer
to
Paris
,
the
sartorial
ideal
of
the
nations
,
than
her
own
did
.
She
looked
suspiciously
at
the
English
girl
,
her
eyes
were
shining
and
sparkling
like
stars
;
they
were
full
of
alert
interest
and
half-suppressed
mischief
.
She
looked
at
everything
,
and
overlooked
nothing
,
though
she
was
talking
to
Mijnheer
in
a
soft
,
purring
voice
,
that
was
full
of
fun
and
wickedness
.
Now
she
turned
to
Joost
,
and
her
voice
took
another
tone
;
she
was
teasing
him
,
making
fun
of
him
in
a
way
that
Denah
decided
was
scandalous
,
although
his
father
was
there
,
aiding
and
abetting
her
.
Joost
did
not
seem
to
resent
it
a
bit
;
he
listened
quite
serenely
,
and
even
turned
a
look
on
her
as
one
who
has
another
and
private
interpretation
of
the
words
.
Anna
saw
nothing
of
this
;
she
only
thought
Julia
very
nice
,
and
her
dress
pretty
,
and
her
talk
gay
.
But
Denah
,
though
not
always
so
acute
,
was
in
love
,
and
she
saw
a
good
deal
,
and
treasured
it
up
for
use
when
the
occasion
should
offer
.
They
ate
pooferchjes
,
sitting
in
a
funny
little
covered
stall
;
at
least
,
the
top
and
three
sides
were
covered
,
the
fourth
was
open
to
the
street
.
A
long
,
narrow
table
,
with
clean
white
calico
spread
on
it
,
ran
down
the
centre
of
the
place
,
and
narrow
forms
stood
on
either
side
of
it
.
It
was
lighted
by
a
Chinese
lantern
hung
from
the
roof
,
and
also
,
and
more
especially
,
by
a
flare
outside
of
the
charcoal
fire
,
where
the
pooferchjes
were
cooked
.
A
powerful
brown-armed
peasant
woman
made
them
,
beating
the
batter
till
it
frothed
,
and
dropping
it
by
the
spoonful
into
the
little
hollows
in
the
great
sheet
of
iron
that
glowed
on
the
stove
without
.
The
glow
of
the
fire
was
on
her
too
,
on
her
short
skirt
and
her
fine
arms
,
and
the
flaring
light
,
that
flickered
in
the
breeze
,
danced
on
her
strong
,
brown
face
,
with
its
resolute
lines
,
and
splendid
gold-ringed
head-dress
.
People
kept
passing
to
and
fro
all
the
time
,
or
stopping
sometimes
to
look
in
;
solemnly-gay
holiday
people
,
enjoying
themselves
after
their
own
fashion
.
The
light
flickered
on
them
,
too
,
and
on
the
brick
pavement
,
and
on
the
trees
,
plentiful
almost
as
canals
in
the
town
.
Julia
leaned
forward
and
looked
,
and
listened
to
the
guttural
Dutch
voices
,
and
the
curious
patois
to
be
heard
now
and
then
,
and
the
distant
notes
of
music
that
blended
with
it
.
And
the
flickering
lights
and
shadows
danced
across
her
mind
,
and
the
simple
holiday
feeling
of
it
all
got
to
her
head
.
Then
the
pooferchjes
were
done
and
brought
in
,
little
round
,
crisp
things
,
smoking
hot
,
and
very
greasy
;
something
like
tiny
English
pancakes
—
at
least
one
might
say
so
if
one
had
not
tasted
them
.
And
then
more
people
came
in
and
sat
at
the
opposite
side
of
the
table
,
a
gardener
of
another
bulb
grower
,
and
his
two
daughters
.
He
raised
his
hat
to
the
Van
Heigen
party
,
and
received
a
similar
salutation
in
return
,
though
he
and
they
were
careful
to
put
their
hats
on
again
,
a
draught
being
a
thing
much
feared
.
Mijnheer
shook
hands
with
the
father
,
and
they
entered
into
conversation
about
the
weather
;
the
girls
looked
across
at
Denah
and
Anna
,
and
more
still
at
Julia
,
whose
small
,
slim
hands
they
evidently
admired
.
But
at
last
the
pooferchjes
were
all
eaten
and
paid
for
.
To
do
the
latter
the
notary
,
Mijnheer
and
Joost
all
brought
out
large
purses
and
counted
out
small
coins
with
care
,
and
the
party
came
out
,
making
way
for
new-comers
.
They
did
not
go
straight
home
again
,
as
was
first
intended
,
Julia
's
interest
and
gaiety
seemed
to
have
infected
the
others
—
all
except
Denah
,
and
they
walked
for
a
little
while
among
the
booths
of
toys
,
and
sweets
,
and
peepshows
,
and
entertainments
.
And
as
they
went
,
Denah
grew
more
and
more
silent
,
watching
Julia
,
who
was
walking
with
Joost
;
the
arrangement
was
not
of
the
English
girl
's
seeking
,
but
Denah
took
no
account
of
that
.
The
thing
of
which
she
did
take
account
was
that
they
two
talked
as
they
walked
together
,
he
as
well
as
she
,
but
both
with
the
ease
and
quick
comprehension
of
people
who
have
talked
together
often
.
Mijnheer
stopped
to
look
at
the
merry-go-round
;
he
admired
the
cheerful
tune
that
it
played
.
He
was
not
a
connoisseur
of
music
;
a
barrel-organ
was
as
good
to
him
as
the
organ
in
the
Groote
Kerk
.
The
others
stopped
too
;
Anna
exclaimed
on
the
life-like
and
clever
appearance
of
the
bobbing
horses
,
whereupon
her
father
suggested
that
perhaps
the
girls
would
like
to
try
a
ride
on
the
machine
,
and
then
befel
the
crowning
mischief
of
the
evening
.
Julia
and
Anna
accepted
the
proposal
readily
.
Denah
declined
;
she
felt
in
no
humour
for
it
;
also
she
thought
a
refusal
showed
a
superior
mind
—
one
likely
to
appeal
to
a
serious
young
man
,
who
had
no
taste
for
the
gaudy
,
gay
,
or
fast
,
and
who
also
had
a
tendency
towards
seasickness
.
But
,
alas
,
for
the
fickleness
of
man
!
While
Denah
stood
with
her
father
and
Mijnheer
,
Julia
rode
round
the
centre
of
lighted
mirrors
on
a
prancing
wooden
horse
,
and
Joost
—
the
serious
,
the
sometimes
seasick
—
rode
beside
her
on
a
dappled
grey
,
to
the
familiar
old
English
tune
,
"
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-a
.
"
CHAPTER
IX
THE
HOLIDAY
The
Dunes
lay
some
little
distance
from
the
town
,
a
low
,
but
suddenly-rising
hill
boundary
,
that
shut
in
the
basin
of
flat
land
.
They
were
all
of
pure
sand
,
though
in
many
places
so
matted
with
vegetation
that
it
was
hardly
recognisable
as
such
.
Trees
grew
in
places
,
especially
on
the
side
that
fronted
towards
the
town
;
the
way
up
lay
through
a
dense
young
wood
of
beech
and
larch
,
and
a
short
,
broad-leafed
variety
of
poplar
.
There
was
no
undergrowth
,
but
between
the
dead
leaves
one
could
see
that
a
dark
green
,
short-piled
moss
had
managed
to
find
a
hold
here
and
there
,
though
so
smooth
was
it
that
it
looked
more
like
old
enamel
than
a
natural
growth
.
The
trees
had
the
appearance
of
high
summer
,
deeply
,
intensely
green
,
so
that
they
seemed
almost
blackish
in
mass.
There
was
no
breeze
among
them
;
even
the
dapples
of
sunlight
which
found
their
way
through
the
roof
of
leaves
hardly
stirred
,
but
lay
in
light
patches
,
like
scattered
gold
upon
the
ground
.
Flies
and
gnats
moved
and
shimmered
,
a
busy
life
,
whose
small
voices
were
the
only
sound
to
be
heard
;
all
else
was
very
still
,
with
the
glorious
reposeful
stillness
of
full
summer
;
not
oppressive
,
without
weariness
or
exhaustion
,
rather
as
if
the
whole
creation
paused
at
this
zenith
to
look
round
on
its
works
,
and
beheld
and
saw
that
they
were
all
very
good
.
There
were
no
clear
paths
,
apparently
few
people
went
that
way
;
certainly
there
was
no
one
about
when
Julia
and
Rawson-Clew
came
.
It
is
true
they
saw
a
kind
of
little
beer-garden
at
the
foot
of
the
slope
,
but
there
was
no
one
idling
about
it
.
"
We
shall
have
to
come
back
here
for
lunch
,
"
Julia
said
.
And
when
he
suggested
that
it
was
rather
a
pity
to
have
to
retrace
their
steps
,
she
answered
,
"
It
does
n't
matter
,
we
are
not
going
anywhere
particular
;
we
may
just
as
well
wander
one
way
as
another
.
When
we
get
to
the
top
this
time
we
will
explore
to
the
right
,
and
when
we
get
there
again
after
lunch
,
we
will
go
to
the
left
;
do
n't
you
think
that
is
the
best
way
?
This
is
to
be
a
holiday
,
you
know
.
"
"
Is
a
real
holiday
like
a
dog
's
wanderings
?
"
Rawson-Clew
inquired
;
"
bounded
by
no
purpose
except
dinner
when
hungry
?
"
Julia
thought
it
must
be
something
of
the
kind
.
"
Though
,
"
she
said
,
"
dogs
always
seem
to
have
some
end
in
view
,
or
perhaps
a
dozen
ends
,
for
though
they
tear
off
after
an
imaginary
interest
as
if
there
was
nothing
else
in
the
world
,
they
get
tired
of
it
,
or
else
start
another
,
and
forget
all
about
the
first
.
"
"
That
must
also
be
part
of
the
essence
of
a
holiday
,
"
Rawson-Clew
said
;
"
at
least
,
one
would
judge
it
to
be
so
;
boys
and
dogs
,
the
only
things
in
nature
who
really
understand
the
art
of
holiday-making
,
chase
wild
geese
,
and
otherwise
do
nothing
of
any
account
,
with
an
inexhaustible
energy
,
and
a
purposeful
determination
wonderful
to
behold
.
Also
,
they
forget
that
there
is
such
a
thing
as
to-morrow
,
so
that
must
be
important
too
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
do
that
,
"
Julia
said
.
"
You
might
try
when
you
get
to
the
top
,
"
he
suggested
.
"
I
will
try
then
;
I
do
n't
think
I
could
do
anything
requiring
an
effort
just
now
.
"
Julia
agreed
that
she
could
not
either
,
and
they
went
on
up
straight
before
them
.
It
is
as
easy
to
climb
a
sand-hill
in
one
place
as
in
another
,
provided
you
stick
your
feet
in
the
right
way
,
and
do
not
mind
getting
a
good
deal
of
sand
in
your
boots
.
So
they
went
straight
,
and
at
last
got
clear
of
the
taller
trees
,
and
were
struggling
in
thickets
of
young
poplars
,
and
other
sinewy
things
.
The
sand
was
firmer
,
but
honeycombed
with
rabbit
holes
,
and
tangled
with
brambles
,
and
the
direction
was
still
upwards
,
though
the
growth
was
so
thick
,
and
the
ground
so
bad
,
that
it
was
often
necessary
to
go
a
long
way
round
.
But
in
time
they
were
through
this
too
,
and
really
out
on
the
top
.
Here
there
was
nothing
but
the
Dunes
,
wide
,
curving
land
,
that
stretched
away
and
away
,
a
tableland
of
little
hollows
and
hills
,
like
some
sea
whose
waves
have
been
consolidated
;
near
at
hand
its
colours
were
warm
,
if
not
vivid
,
but
in
the
far
distance
it
grew
paler
as
the
vegetation
became
less
and
less
,
till
,
far
away
,
almost
beyond
sight
,
it
failed
to
grey
helm
grass
,
and
then
altogether
ceased
,
leaving
the
sand
bare
.
Behind
lay
the
trees
through
which
they
had
come
,
sloping
downwards
in
banks
of
cool
shadows
to
the
map-like
land
and
the
distant
town
below
;
away
on
right
and
left
were
other
groups
of
trees
,
on
sides
of
hills
and
in
rounded
hollows
,
looking
small
enough
from
here
,
but
in
reality
woods
of
some
size
.
Here
there
was
nothing
;
but
,
above
,
a
great
blue
sky
,
which
seemed
very
close
;
and
,
underfoot
,
low-growing
Dune
roses
and
wild
thyme
which
filled
the
warm
,
still
air
with
its
matchless
scent
;
nothing
but
these
,
and
space
,
and
sunshine
,
and
silence
.
Julia
stopped
and
looked
round
,
drawing
in
her
breath
;
she
had
found
what
she
had
come
to
see
—
what
,
perhaps
,
she
had
been
vaguely
wanting
to
find
for
a
long
time
.
"
Is
n't
it
good
?
"
she
said
at
last
.
"
Did
you
know
there
was
so
much
room
—
so
much
room
anywhere
?
"
Rawson-Clew
looked
in
the
direction
she
did
;
he
had
seen
so
much
of
the
world
,
and
she
had
seen
so
little
of
it
—
that
is
,
of
the
part
which
is
solitary
and
beautiful
.
Yet
he
felt
something
of
her
enthusiasm
for
this
sunny
,
empty
place
—
than
which
he
had
seen
many
finer
things
every
year
of
his
life
.
Perhaps
this
thought
occurred
to
her
,
for
she
turned
to
him
rather
wistfully
:
"
I
expect
it
does
not
seem
very
much
to
you
,
"
she
said
;
"
you
have
seen
such
a
great
deal
.
"
"
I
do
not
remember
to
have
seen
anything
quite
like
this
,
"
he
answered
;
"
and
if
I
had
,
what
then
?
One
does
not
get
tired
of
things
.
"
Julia
looked
at
him
thoughtfully
.
"
I
wonder
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
one
would
?
If
one
would
get
weary
of
it
,
and
want
to
go
back
to
the
other
kind
of
life
?
"
She
was
not
thinking
of
Dune
country
,
rather
of
the
simple
life
it
represented
to
her
just
then
.
Rawson-Clew
caught
the
note
of
seriousness
in
her
tone
and
reminded
her
that
thought
for
the
past
or
future
was
no
part
of
a
holiday
.
"
Remember
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
to-day
to
emulate
dogs
and
boys
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
How
am
I
to
begin
?
"
she
asked
.
"
How
will
you
?
"
"
I
shall
sit
down
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
feel
I
could
be
inconsequent
much
better
if
I
sat
down
to
it
;
that
is
no
doubt
because
I
am
past
my
first
youth
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
sitting
down
and
putting
her
hat
beside
her
;
"
it
is
because
your
folly-muscles
are
stiff
from
want
of
use
;
you
have
played
lots
of
things
,
I
expect
—
it
is
part
of
your
necessary
equipment
to
be
able
to
do
so
,
but
I
doubt
if
you
have
ever
played
the
fool
systematically
.
I
do
n't
believe
you
have
ever
done
,
and
certainly
never
enjoyed
anything
inconsequent
or
foolish
in
your
life
.
"
"
If
you
were
to
ask
me
,
"
he
returned
,
"
I
should
hardly
say
you
excelled
in
that
direction
either
.
How
many
inconsequent
and
foolish
things
have
you
done
in
your
life
?
"
"
Some
,
and
I
should
like
to
do
some
more
.
If
I
were
alone
now
,
do
you
know
what
I
should
do
?
You
see
that
deep
hollow
of
sparkling
white
sand
?
I
should
take
off
my
clothes
and
lie
there
in
the
sun
.
"
Rawson-Clew
turned
so
that
his
back
was
that
way
.
"
Do
not
let
me
prevent
you
,
"
he
said
.
Julia
made
use
of
the
opportunity
to
empty
the
sand
out
of
her
boots
.
He
looked
round
as
she
was
finishing
fastening
them
.
"
But
why
put
them
on
again
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Because
I
have
n't
retired
from
the
world
,
yet
,
"
she
answered
,
"
and
so
I
ca
n't
do
quite
all
I
like
.
"
"
When
you
do
retire
,
will
this
ideal
summer
costume
also
be
included
in
the
programme
?
Your
taste
in
dress
grows
simpler
;
quite
ancient
British
,
in
fact
.
"
"
The
ancient
Britons
wore
paint
,
and
probably
had
fashions
in
it
;
I
do
n't
think
of
imitating
them
.
Tell
me
,
"
she
said
,
turning
now
to
gather
the
sweet-scented
wild
thyme
,
"
did
you
ever
really
do
anything
foolish
in
your
life
?
I
should
like
to
know
.
"
He
answered
her
that
he
had
,
but
without
convincing
her
.
Afterwards
,
he
came
to
the
conclusion
that
,
whatever
might
have
been
the
case
before
,
he
that
day
qualified
to
take
rank
with
any
one
in
the
matter
.
All
the
same
,
it
was
a
very
pleasant
day
,
and
they
both
enjoyed
it
much
;
it
is
doubtful
if
any
one
in
the
town
or
its
environs
enjoyed
that
holiday
more
than
these
two
,
who
,
from
different
reasons
,
had
probably
never
had
so
real
a
holiday
before
.
They
wandered
over
the
great
open
tract
of
land
,
meeting
no
one
;
once
they
came
near
enough
to
the
seaward
edge
to
see
the
distant
shimmer
of
water
;
once
they
found
themselves
in
the
part
where
there
has
been
some
little
attempt
at
cultivation
,
and
small
patches
of
potatoes
struggle
for
life
,
and
a
little
railway
crosses
the
sandhills
.
Twice
they
came
upon
the
road
along
which
,
on
working
days
,
the
peasant
women
bring
their
fish
to
market
in
the
town
.
But
chiefly
they
kept
to
the
small
,
dense
woods
,
where
the
sunlight
only
splashed
the
ground
;
or
to
the
open
solitary
spaces
where
the
bees
hummed
in
the
wild
thyme
,
and
the
butterflies
chased
each
other
over
the
low
rose
bushes
.
A
good
deal
after
mid-day
,
at
a
time
dictated
entirely
by
choice
,
and
not
custom
,
they
made
their
way
back
to
the
beer
garden
.
It
was
a
very
little
place
,
scarcely
worthy
of
the
name
;
the
smallest
possible
house
,
more
like
a
barn
than
anything
else
,
right
in
the
shadow
of
the
wood
.
The
fare
to
be
obtained
was
bad
beer
,
excellent
coffee
,
new
bread
,
and
old
cheese
;
but
it
was
enough
,
supplemented
by
the
cakes
bought
yesterday
in
the
town
;
Julia
knew
enough
of
the
ways
of
the
place
to
know
one
can
bring
one
's
own
food
to
such
places
without
giving
offence
.
As
in
the
morning
,
when
they
first
passed
it
,
there
was
no
one
about
,
every
one
had
gone
to
the
fair
,
except
one
taciturn
old
woman
who
brought
the
required
things
and
then
shut
herself
in
the
house
.
The
meal
was
spread
under
the
trees
on
a
little
green-painted
table
,
with
legs
buried
deep
in
sand
;
there
were
two
high
,
straight
chairs
set
up
to
the
table
,
and
a
wooden
footstool
put
by
one
for
Julia
,
who
,
seeing
it
,
said
this
was
certainly
a
picnic
,
and
it
was
really
necessary
to
eat
the
broodje
in
the
correct
picnic
way
.
Rawson-Clew
tried
,
with
much
gravity
,
but
she
laughed
till
the
taciturn
old
woman
looked
out
of
window
,
and
wondered
who
they
were
,
and
how
they
came
to
be
here
.
When
the
meal
was
done
,
they
went
back
again
up
the
steep
slope
,
and
then
away
on
the
left
.
The
country
on
this
side
was
less
open
,
and
more
hilly
,
deeper
hollows
and
larger
woods
,
still
there
was
not
much
difficulty
in
finding
the
way
.
The
latter
part
of
the
day
was
not
so
fine
as
the
earlier
,
the
sky
clouded
over
,
and
,
though
there
was
still
no
wind
,
the
air
grew
more
chilly
.
They
hardly
noticed
the
change
,
being
in
a
dense
young
wood
where
there
was
little
light
,
but
Julia
lost
something
of
the
holiday
spirit
,
and
Rawson-Clew
became
grave
,
talking
more
seriously
of
serious
things
than
had
ever
before
happened
in
their
curious
acquaintanceship
.
They
sat
down
to
rest
in
a
green
hollow
,
and
Julia
began
to
arrange
neatly
the
bunch
of
short-stemmed
thyme
flowers
that
she
carried
.
They
had
been
quiet
for
some
little
time
,
she
thinking
about
their
curious
acquaintance
,
and
wondering
when
it
would
end
.
Of
course
it
would
end
—
she
knew
that
;
it
was
a
thing
of
mind
only
;
there
was
very
little
feeling
about
it
—
a
certain
mutual
interest
and
a
liking
that
had
grown
of
late
,
kindness
on
his
part
,
gratitude
on
hers
,
nothing
more
.
But
of
its
sort
it
had
grown
to
be
intimate
;
she
had
told
him
things
of
her
thoughts
,
and
of
herself
,
and
her
people
too
,
that
she
had
told
to
no
one
else
;
and
he
,
which
was
perhaps
more
remarkable
,
had
sometimes
returned
the
compliment
.
And
yet
by
and
by
—
soon
,
perhaps
—
he
would
go
away
,
and
it
would
be
as
if
they
had
never
met
;
it
was
like
people
on
a
steamer
together
,
she
thought
,
for
the
space
of
the
voyage
they
saw
each
other
daily
,
saw
more
intimately
into
each
other
than
many
blood
relations
did
,
and
then
,
when
port
was
reached
,
they
separated
,
the
whole
thing
finished
.
She
wondered
when
this
would
finish
,
and
just
then
Rawson-Clew
spoke
,
and
unconsciously
answered
her
thought
.
"
I
am
going
back
to
England
soon
,
"
he
said
.
She
looked
up
.
"
Is
your
work
here
finished
?
"
she
asked
.
"
It
is
at
an
end
,
"
he
answered
;
"
that
is
the
same
thing
.
"
Then
she
,
her
intuition
enlightened
by
a
like
experience
suddenly
knew
that
he
,
too
,
had
failed
.
"
You
mean
it
cannot
be
done
,
"
she
said
.
He
opened
his
cigarette
case
,
and
selected
a
cigarette
carefully
.
"
May
I
smoke
?
"
he
asked
;
"
there
are
a
good
many
gnats
and
mosquitoes
about
here
.
"
He
felt
for
a
match
,
and
,
when
he
had
struck
it
,
asked
impersonally
,
"
Do
you
believe
things
cannot
be
done
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
;
"
I
know
that
sometimes
they
cannot
;
I
have
proved
it
to
myself
.
"
"
You
have
not
,
then
,
much
opinion
of
the
people
who
do
not
know
when
they
are
beaten
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
I
have
,
"
she
answered
;
"
you
cannot
help
knowing
when
you
are
beaten
if
you
really
are
—
that
is
,
unless
you
are
a
fool
.
Of
course
,
if
you
are
only
beaten
in
one
round
,
or
one
effort
,
that
is
another
thing
;
you
can
get
up
and
try
again
.
But
if
you
are
really
and
truly
beaten
,
by
yourself
,
or
circumstances
,
or
something
—
well
,
there
's
an
end
;
there
is
nothing
but
to
get
up
and
go
on
.
"
"
Just
so
;
in
that
case
,
as
you
say
,
there
is
not
much
going
to
be
done
,
except
going
home
.
"
Julia
nodded
.
"
But
I
ca
n't
even
do
that
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
beaten
,
but
I
have
got
to
stay
here
all
the
same
,
having
nowhere
exactly
to
go
.
"
This
was
the
first
time
she
had
spoken
even
indirectly
of
her
own
future
movements
.
"
But
,
perhaps
,
"
he
sug
gested
,
"
if
you
stay
,
you
may
find
a
back
way
to
your
object
after
all
.
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
It
is
the
back
way
I
tried
.
No
,
there
is
no
way
;
it
is
blocked
.
I
know
,
because
it
is
myself
that
blocks
it
.
"
"
In
that
case
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'm
afraid
I
must
agree
with
you
;
there
is
no
way
;
oneself
is
about
the
most
insurmountable
block
of
all
.
I
might
have
known
that
you
were
hardly
likely
to
make
any
mistake
as
to
whether
you
were
really
beaten
or
not
.
"
"
I
should
not
think
it
was
a
mistake
you
were
likely
to
make
either
,
"
she
observed
.
"
You
think
not
?
Well
,
I
had
no
chance
this
time
;
the
fact
has
been
made
pretty
obvious
to
me
.
"
She
did
not
say
she
was
sorry
;
in
her
opinion
it
was
an
impertinence
to
offer
condolence
to
failure
.
"
I
suppose
,
"
she
said
,
after
a
pause
,
"
there
is
not
a
back
way
—
a
door
,
or
window
,
even
,
to
your
object
?
"
"
Unfortunately
,
no.
There
are
no
windows
at
the
back
;
and
as
to
the
door
—
like
you
,
it
was
that
which
I
tried
,
with
the
result
that
recently
—
yesterday
,
in
fact
—
I
was
metaphorically
shown
out
.
"
Julia
had
learnt
enough
by
this
time
,
though
she
had
not
been
told
for
certain
,
that
her
first
suspicions
were
right
;
to
be
sure
,
it
was
the
explosive
which
took
Rawson-Clew
to
the
little
village
evening
after
evening
.
She
had
gathered
as
much
from
various
things
which
had
been
said
,
though
she
did
not
know
at
all
how
he
was
trying
to
get
it
,
nor
in
what
way
he
had
introduced
himself
to
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
.
Whatever
method
he
had
tried
it
was
now
clear
he
had
failed
;
no
doubt
been
found
out
,
for
the
chemist
,
unlike
Joost
Van
Heigen
,
was
the
very
reverse
of
unsuspecting
,
and
thoroughly
on
the
look-out
for
other
nations
who
wanted
to
share
his
discovery
.
For
a
moment
Julia
wished
she
had
been
in
Rawson-Clew
's
place
;
of
course
she
,
too
,
might
have
failed
—
probably
would
;
she
had
no
reason
to
think
she
would
succeed
where
he
could
not
;
but
she
certainly
would
not
have
failed
in
this
for
the
reason
she
had
failed
with
the
blue
daffodil
.
The
attempt
would
have
been
so
thoroughly
well
worth
making
;
there
would
have
been
some
sport
in
it
,
and
a
foe
worthy
of
her
steel
.
In
spite
of
her
desire
for
the
simple
life
,
she
had
too
much
real
ability
for
this
sort
of
intrigue
,
and
too
much
past
practice
in
subterfuge
,
not
to
experience
lapses
of
inclination
for
it
when
she
saw
such
work
being
done
,
and
perhaps
not
done
well
.
Of
this
,
however
,
she
naturally
did
not
speak
to
Rawson-Clew
;
she
rearranged
her
flowers
in
silence
for
a
little
while
,
at
last
she
said
—
"
It
is
hateful
to
fail
.
"
"
It
is
ignominious
,
certainly
;
one
does
not
wish
to
blazon
it
from
the
housetops
;
still
,
doubtless
like
your
crochet
work
,
it
is
good
discipline
.
"
"
Maybe
,
"
Julia
allowed
,
but
without
conviction
.
"
Yours
seems
a
simple
failure
,
mine
is
a
compound
one
.
If
it
is
ignominious
,
as
you
say
,
to
fail
,
it
would
have
been
equally
ignominious
in
another
way
if
I
had
succeeded
.
I
could
not
have
been
satisfied
either
way
.
"
"
That
sounds
very
complicated
,
"
Rawson-Clew
said
;
"
but
then
,
I
imagine
you
are
a
complicated
young
person
.
"
"
And
you
are
not
.
"
"
Not
young
,
certainly
,
"
he
said
,
lighting
another
cigarette
.
"
Nor
complicated
,
"
she
insisted
;
"
you
are
built
on
straight
lines
;
there
are
given
things
you
can
do
and
ca
n't
do
,
would
do
and
would
not
do
,
and
might
do
in
an
emer
gency
.
It
is
a
fine
kind
of
person
to
be
,
but
it
is
not
the
kind
which
surprises
itself
.
"
Rawson-Clew
blew
a
smoke-ring
into
the
air
;
he
was
smiling
a
little
.
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
he
said
.
"
Twenty
?
Almost
twenty-one
,
is
it
?
And
until
you
were
sixteen
you
knocked
about
a
bit
?
Sixteen
is
too
young
to
come
much
across
the
natural
man
—
not
the
artful
dodging
man
,
or
the
man
of
civilisation
,
but
the
natural
,
primitive
man
,
own
blood
relation
to
Adam
and
the
king
of
the
Cannibal
Islands
.
You
may
meet
him
by
and
by
,
and
if
you
do
he
may
surprise
you
;
he
is
full
of
surprises
—
he
rather
surprises
himself
,
that
is
,
if
his
local
habitat
is
ordinarily
an
educated
,
decent
person
.
"
"
You
have
not
got
a
natural
man
,
"
Julia
said
shortly
;
she
was
annoyed
,
without
quite
knowing
why
,
by
his
manner
.
"
Have
I
not
?
Quite
likely
;
certainly
,
he
has
never
bothered
me
,
but
I
should
not
like
to
count
on
him
.
Since
we
have
got
to
personalities
,
may
I
say
that
you
have
got
a
natural
woman
,
and
plenty
of
her
;
also
a
marked
taste
for
the
works
of
the
machine
,
in
preference
to
the
face
usually
presented
to
the
company
?
"
"
The
works
are
the
only
interesting
part
;
