speak.
The
words
came
slowly
with
long
pauses
.
"
There
is
one
more
thing
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
must
marry
Jack
.
You
must
make
him
very
happy
—
as
you
have
made
me
.
"
"
Ah
,
do
n't
say
that
,
"
said
Dodo
brokenly
;
"
do
n't
cut
me
to
the
heart
.
"
"
My
darling
,
"
he
said
,
"
my
sweet
own
wife
,
I
am
so
glad
you
told
me
.
It
has
cleared
up
the
only
cloud
.
I
wondered
whether
you
would
tell
me
.
I
prayed
God
you
might
,
and
He
has
granted
it
me
.
Good-bye
,
my
own
darling
,
good-bye
.
"
Dodo
lay
in
his
arms
,
and
kissed
him
passionately
.
"
Good-bye
,
dear
,
"
she
sobbed
.
He
half
raised
himself
in
bed
.
"
Ah
,
my
Dodo
,
my
sweet
wife
,
"
he
said
.
Then
he
fell
back
and
lay
very
still
.
How
long
Dodo
remained
there
she
did
not
know
.
She
remembered
Mrs.
Vivian
coming
in
and
raising
her
gently
,
and
they
left
the
darkened
room
together
.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Picture
to
yourself
,
or
let
me
try
to
picture
for
you
,
a
long
,
low
,
rambling
house
,
covering
a
quite
unnecessary
area
of
ground
,
with
many
gables
,
tall
,
red-brick
chimneys
,
unexpected
corners
,
and
little
bow
windows
looking
out
from
narrow
turrets-a
house
that
looks
as
if
it
had
grown
,
rather
than
been
designed
and
built
.
It
began
obviously
with
that
little
grey
stone
section
,
which
seems
to
consist
of
small
rooms
with
mullion
windows
,
over
which
the
ivy
has
asserted
so
supreme
a
dominion
.
The
next
occupant
had
been
a
man
who
knew
how
to
make
himself
comfortable
,
but
did
not
care
in
the
least
what
sort
of
appearance
his
additions
would
wear
to
the
world
at
large
;
to
him
we
may
assign
that
uncompromising
straight
wing
which
projects
to
the
right
of
the
little
core
of
grey
stone
.
Then
came
a
series
of
attempts
to
screen
the
puritanical
ugliness
of
the
offending
block
.
Some
one
ran
up
two
little
turrets
at
one
end
,
and
a
clock
tower
in
the
middle
;
one
side
of
it
was
made
the
main
entrance
of
the
house
,
and
two
red-tiled
lines
of
building
were
built
at
right
angles
to
it
to
form
a
three-sided
quadrangle
,
and
the
carriage
drive
was
brought
up
in
a
wide
sweep
to
the
door
,
and
a
sun-dial
was
planted
down
in
the
grass
plot
in
the
middle
,
in
such
a
way
that
the
sun
could
only
peep
at
it
for
an
hour
or
two
every
day
,
owing
to
the
line
of
building
which
sheltered
it
on
every
side
except
the
north
.
So
the
old
house
went
on
growing
,
and
got
more
incongruous
and
more
delightful
with
every
addition
.
The
garden
has
had
to
take
care
of
itself
under
such
circumstances
,
and
if
the
house
has
been
pushing
it
back
in
one
place
,
it
has
wormed
itself
in
at
another
,
and
queer
little
lawns
with
flower
beds
of
old-fashioned
,
sweet-smelling
plants
have
crept
in
where
you
least
expect
them
.
This
particular
garden
has
always
seemed
to
me
the
ideal
of
what
a
garden
should
be
.
It
is
made
to
sit
in
,
to
smoke
in
,
to
think
in
,
to
do
nothing
in
.
A
wavy
,
irregular
lawn
forbids
the
possibility
of
tennis
,
or
any
game
that
implies
exertion
or
skill
,
and
it
is
the
home
of
sweet
smells
,
bright
colour
,
and
chuckling
birds
.
There
are
long
borders
of
mignonette
,
wallflowers
and
hollyhocks
,
and
many
old-fashioned
flowers
,
which
are
going
the
way
of
all
old
fashions
.
London
pride
,
with
its
delicate
spirals
and
star-like
blossoms
,
and
the
red
drooping
velvet
of
love-lies-a-bleeding
.
The
thump
of
tennis
balls
,
the
flying
horrors
of
ring-goal
,
even
the
clash
of
croquet
is
tabooed
in
this
sacred
spot
.
Down
below
,
indeed
,
beyond
that
thick
privet
hedge
,
you
may
find
,
if
you
wish
,
a
smooth
,
well-kept
piece
of
grass
,
where
,
even
now
—
if
we
may
judge
from
white
figures
that
cross
the
little
square
,
where
a
swinging
iron
gate
seems
to
remonstrate
hastily
and
ill-temperedly
with
those
who
leave
these
reflective
shades
for
the
glare
and
publicity
of
tennis
—
a
game
seems
to
be
in
progress
.
If
you
had
exploring
tendencies
in
your
nature
,
and
had
happened
to
find
yourself
,
on
the
afternoon
of
which
I
propose
to
speak
,
in
this
delightful
garden
,
you
would
sooner
or
later
have
wandered
into
a
low-lying
grassy
basin
,
shut
in
on
three
sides
by
banks
of
bushy
rose-trees
.
The
faint
,
delicate
smell
of
their
pale
fragrance
would
have
led
you
there
,
or
,
perhaps
,
the
light
trickling
of
a
fountain
,
now
nearly
summer
dry
.
Perhaps
the
exploring
tendency
would
account
for
your
discovery
.
There
,
lying
back
in
a
basket-chair
,
with
a
half-read
letter
in
her
hand
,
and
an
accusing
tennis
racquet
by
her
side
,
you
would
have
found
Edith
Staines
.
She
had
waited
after
lunch
to
get
her
letters
,
and
going
out
,
meaning
to
join
the
others
,
she
had
found
something
among
them
that
interested
her
,
and
she
was
reading
a
certain
letter
through
a
second
time
when
you
broke
in
upon
her
.
After
a
few
minutes
she
folded
it
up
,
put
it
back
in
the
envelope
,
and
sat
still
,
thinking
.
"
So
she
's
going
to
marry
him
,
"
she
said
half
aloud
,
and
she
took
up
her
racquet
and
went
down
to
the
tennis
courts
.
Ten
days
ago
she
had
come
down
to
stay
with
Miss
Grantham
,
at
the
end
of
the
London
season
.
Miss
Grantham
's
father
was
a
somewhat
florid
baronet
of
fifty
years
of
age
.
He
had
six
feet
of
height
,
a
cheerful
,
high-coloured
face
,
and
a
moustache
,
which
he
was
just
conscious
had
military
suggestions
about
it
—
though
he
had
never
been
in
the
army
—
which
was
beginning
to
grow
grey
.
His
wife
had
been
a
lovely
woman
,
half
Spanish
by
birth
,
with
that
peculiarly
crisp
pronunciation
that
English
people
so
seldom
possess
,
and
which
is
almost
as
charming
to
hear
as
a
child
's
first
conscious
grasp
of
new
words
.
She
dressed
remarkably
well
;
her
reading
chiefly
consisted
of
the
Morning
Post
,
French
novels
,
and
small
books
of
morbid
poetry
,
which
seemed
to
her
very
chic
,
and
she
was
worldly
to
the
tips
of
her
delicate
fingers
.
She
had
no
accomplishments
of
any
sort
,
except
a
great
knowledge
of
foreign
languages
.
She
argued
,
with
much
reason
,
that
you
could
get
other
people
to
do
your
accomplishments
for
you
.
"
Why
should
I
worry
myself
with
playing
scales
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
can
hire
some
poor
wretch
"
(
she
never
could
quite
manage
the
English
"
r
"
)
"
to
play
to
me
by
the
hour
.
He
will
play
much
better
than
I
ever
should
,
and
it
is
a
form
of
charity
as
well
.
"
Edith
had
made
great
friends
with
her
,
and
disagreed
with
her
on
every
topic
under
the
sun
.
Lady
Grantham
admired
Edith
's
vivacity
,
though
her
own
line
was
serene
elegance
,
and
respected
her
success
.
Success
was
the
one
accomplishment
that
she
really
looked
up
to
(
partly
,
perhaps
,
because
she
felt
she
had
such
a
large
measure
of
it
herself
)
,
and
no
one
could
deny
that
Edith
was
successful
.
She
had
enough
broadness
of
view
to
admire
success
in
any
line
,
and
would
have
had
a
vague
sense
of
satisfaction
in
accepting
the
arm
of
;
the
best
crossing-sweeper
in
London
to
take
her
in
to
dinner
.
She
lived
in
a
leonine
atmosphere
,
and
if
you
did
not
happen
to
meet
a
particular
lion
at
her
house
,
it
was
because
"
he
was
here
on
Monday
,
or
is
coming
on
Wednesday
"
;
at
any
rate
,
not
because
he
had
not
been
asked
.
Edith
,
however
,
felt
thoroughly
pleased
with
her
quarters
.
She
had
hinted
once
that
she
had
to
go
the
day
after
to-morrow
,
but
Nora
Grantham
had
declined
to
argue
the
question
.
"
You
're
only
going
home
to
do
your
music
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
've
got
quite
as
good
a
piano
here
as
you
have
,
and
,
we
leave
you
entirely
to
your
own
devices
.
Besides
,
you
're
mother
's
lion
just
now
—
is
n't
she
,
mother
?
—
and
you
're
not
going
to
get
out
of
the
menagerie
just
yet
.
There
is
going
to
be
a
big
feeding-time
next
week
,
and
you
will
have
to
roar
.
"
Edith
's
remark
about
the
necessity
of
going
had
been
dictated
only
by
a
sense
of
duty
,
in
order
to
give
her
hosts
an
opportunity
of
getting
rid
of
her
if
they
wished
,
and
she
was
quite
content
to
stop
.
She
strolled
down
across
the
lawn
to
the
tennis
courts
in
a
thoughtful
frame
of
mind
,
and
met
Miss
Grantham
,
who
was
coming
to
look
for
her
.
"
Where
have
you
been
,
Edith
?
"
she
said
.
"
They
're
all
clamouring
for
you
.
Mother
is
sitting
in
the
summer-house
wondering
why
anybody
wants
to
play
tennis
.
She
says
none
of
them
will
ever
be
as
good
as
Cracklin
,
and
he
's
a
cad
.
"
"
Grantie
,
"
said
Edith
,
"
Dodo
's
engaged
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
yes
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
knew
she
would
be
.
How
delightful
.
Jack
's
got
his
reward
at
last
.
May
I
tell
everyone
?
How
funny
that
she
should
marry
a
Lord
Chesterford
twice
.
It
was
so
convenient
that
the
first
one
should
n't
have
had
any
brothers
,
and
Dodo
wo
n't
have
to
change
her
visiting
cards
;
or
have
new
handkerchiefs
or
anything
.
What
a
contrast
,
though
!
"
"
No
,
it
's
private
at
present
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
Dodo
has
just
written
to
me
;
she
told
me
I
might
tell
you
.
Do
you
altogether
like
it
?
"
"
Of
course
I
do
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Only
I
should
like
to
marry
Jack
myself
.
I
wonder
if
he
asked
Dodo
,
or
if
Dodo
asked
him
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
was
inevitable
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
Dodo
says
that
Chesterford
's
last
words
to
her
were
that
she
should
marry
Jack
.
"
"
That
was
so
sweet
of
him
,
"
murmured
Miss
Grantham
.
"
He
was
very
sweet
and
dear
and
remembering
,
was
n't
he
?
"
Edith
was
still
grave
and
doubtful
.
"
I
'm
sure
there
was
nearly
a
crash
,
"
she
said
.
"
Do
you
remember
the
Brettons
'
ball
?
Chesterford
did
n't
like
that
,
and
they
quarrelled
,
I
know
,
next
morning
.
"
"
Oh
,
how
interesting
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
But
Dodo
was
quite
right
to
go
,
I
think
.
She
was
dreadfully
bored
,
and
she
will
not
stand
being
bored
.
She
might
have
done
something
much
worse
.
"
"
It
seems
to
be
imperatively
necessary
for
Dodo
to
do
something
unexpected
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
I
wonder
,
oh
,
I
wonder
—
Jack
will
be
very
happy
for
a
time
,
"
she
added
inconsequently
.
Edith
's
coming
was
the
signal
for
serious
play
to
begin
.
She
entirely
declined
to
play
except
with
people
who
considered
it
,
for
the
time
being
,
the
most
important
thing
in
the
world
,
and
naturally
she
played
well
.
A
young
man
,
of
military
appearance
on
a
small
scale
,
was
sitting
by
Lady
Grantham
in
the
tent
,
and
entertaining
her
with
somewhat
unfledged
remarks
.
"
Miss
Staines
does
play
so
arfly
well
,
does
n't
she
?
"
he
was
saying
.
"
Look
at
that
stroke
,
perfectly
rippin
'
you
know
,
what
?
"
Mr.
Featherstone
had
a
habit
of
finishing
all
his
sentences
with
"
what
?
"
He
pronounced
it
to
rhyme
with
heart
.
Lady
Grantham
was
reading
Loti
's
book
of
pity
and
death
.
It
answered
the
double
purpose
of
being
French
and
morbid
.
"
What
book
have
you
got
hold
of
there
?
"
continued
Featherstone
.
"
It
's
an
awful
bore
reading
books
,
dontcherthink
,
what
?
I
wish
one
could
get
a
feller
to
read
them
for
me
,
and
then
tell
one
about
them
.
"
"
I
rather
enjoy
some
books
,
"
said
Lady
Grantham
.
"
This
,
for
instance
,
is
a
good
one
,
"
and
she
held
the
book
towards
him
.
"
Oh
,
that
's
French
,
is
n't
it
?
"
remarked
Featherstone
.
"
I
did
French
at
school
;
do
n't
know
a
word
now
.
It
's
an
arful
bore
having
to
learn
French
,
is
n't
it
?
Could
n't
I
get
a
feller
to
learn
it
for
me
?
"
Lady
Grantham
reflected
.
"
I
daresay
you
could
,
"
she
replied
.
"
You
might
get
your
man
—
tiger
—
how
do
you
call
him
?
—
to
learn
it
.
It
's
capable
of
comprehension
to
the
lowest
intellect
,
"
she
added
crisply
.
"
Oh
,
come
,
Lady
Grantham
,
"
he
replied
,
"
you
do
n't
think
so
badly
of
me
as
that
,
do
you
?
"
Lady
Grantham
was
seized
with
a
momentary
desire
to
run
her
parasol
through
his
body
,
provided
it
could
be
done
languidly
and
without
effort
.
Her
daughter
had
come
up
,
and
sat
down
in
a
low
chair
by
her
.
Featherstone
was
devoting
the
whole
of
his
great
mind
to
the
end
of
his
moustache
.
"
Nora
,
"
she
said
,
quietly
,
"
this
little
man
must
be
taken
away
.
I
ca
n't
quite
manage
him
.
Tell
him
to
go
and
play
about
.
"
"
Dear
mother
,
"
she
replied
,
"
bear
him
a
little
longer
.
He
ca
n't
play
about
by
himself
.
"
Lady
Grantham
got
gently
up
from
her
chair
,
and
thrust
an
exquisite
little
silver
paper-knife
between
the
leaves
of
her
book
.
"
I
think
I
will
ask
you
to
take
my
chair
across
to
that
tree
opposite
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
without
looking
at
him
.
He
followed
her
,
dragging
the
chair
after
him
.
Halfway
across
the
lawn
they
met
a
footman
bringing
tea
down
into
the
ground
.
"
Take
the
chair
,
"
she
said
.
Then
she
turned
to
her
little
man
.
"
Many
thanks
.
I
wo
n't
detain
you
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
sweet
smile
.
"
So
good
of
you
to
have
come
here
this
afternoon
.
"
Featherstone
was
impenetrable
.
He
lounged
back
,
if
so
small
a
thing
can
be
said
to
lounge
,
and
sat
down
again
by
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Fascinatin
'
woman
your
mother
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
Arfly
clever
,
is
n't
she
?
What
?
Knows
French
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
I
can
always
get
along
all
right
in
France
.
If
you
only
swear
at
the
waiters
they
understand
what
you
want
all
right
,
you
know
.
"
Two
or
three
other
fresh
arrivals
made
it
possible
for
another
set
to
be
started
,
and
Mr.
Featherstone
was
induced
to
play
,
in
spite
of
his
protestations
that
he
had
quite
given
up
tennis
for
polo
.
Lady
Grantham
finished
her
Loti
,
and
moved
back
to
the
tea-table
,
where
Edith
was
sitting
,
fanning
herself
with
a
cabbage
leaf
,
and
receiving
homage
on
the
score
of
her
tennis-playing
.
Lady
Grantham
did
not
offer
to
give
anybody
any
tea
;
she
supposed
they
would
take
it
when
they
wanted
it
,
but
she
wished
someone
would
give
her
a
cup
.
"
What
's
the
name
of
the
little
man
and
his
moustache
?
"
she
asked
Edith
,
indicating
Mr.
Featherstone
,
who
was
performing
wild
antics
in
the
next
court
.
Edith
informed
her
.
"
How
did
he
get
here
?
"
demanded
Lady
Grantham
.
"
Oh
,
he
's
a
friend
of
mine
.
I
think
he
came
to
see
me
,
"
replied
Edith
.
"
He
lives
somewhere
about
.
I
suppose
you
find
him
rather
trying
.
It
does
n't
matter
;
he
's
of
no
consequence
.
"
"
My
dear
Edith
,
between
your
sporting
curate
,
and
your
German
conductor
,
and
your
Roman
Catholic
cure
,
and
this
man
,
one
's
life
is
n't
safe
.
"
"
You
wo
n't
see
the
good
side
of
those
sort
of
people
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
If
they
've
got
rather
overwhelming
manners
,
and
are
n't
as
silent
and
bored
as
you
think
young
men
ought
to
be
,
you
think
they
're
utter
outsiders
.
"
"
I
only
want
to
know
if
there
are
any
more
of
that
sort
going
to
turn
up
.
Think
of
the
positions
you
put
me
in
!
When
I
went
into
the
drawing-room
yesterday
,
for
instance
,
before
lunch
,
I
find
a
Roman
Catholic
priest
there
,
who
puts
up
two
fingers
at
me
,
and
says
'
Benedicite
.
'
"
Edith
lay
back
in
her
chair
and
laughed
.
"
How
I
should
like
to
have
seen
you
!
Did
you
think
he
was
saying
grace
,
or
did
you
tell
him
not
to
be
insolent
?
"
"
I
behaved
with
admirable
moderation
,
"
said
Lady
Grantham
.
"
I
even
prepared
to
be
nice
to
him
.
But
he
had
sudden
misgivings
,
and
said
,
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
I
thought
you
were
Miss
Staines
.
'
I
saw
I
was
not
wanted
,
and
retreated
.
That
is
not
all
.
Bob
told
me
that
I
had
to
take
a
curate
in
to
dinner
last
night
,
and
asked
me
not
to
frighten
him
.
I
suppose
he
thought
I
wanted
to
say
'
Bo
,
'
or
howl
at
him
.
The
curate
tried
me
.
I
sat
down
when
we
got
to
the
table
,
and
he
turned
to
me
and
said
,
'
I
beg
your
pardon
'
—
they
all
beg
my
pardon
—
'
but
I
'm
going
to
say
grace
.
'
Then
I
prepared
myself
to
talk
night
schools
and
district
visiting
;
but
he
turned
on
me
,
and
asked
what
I
thought
of
Orme
's
chances
for
the
St.
Leger
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
!
oh
,
dear
!
"
cried
Edith
;
"
he
told
me
afterwards
that
you
seemed
a
very
serious
lady
.
"
"
I
did
n't
intend
to
encourage
that
,
"
continued
Lady
Grantham
;
"
so
I
held
on
to
district
visiting
.
We
shook
our
heads
together
over
dissent
in
Wales
.
We
split
over
Calvinism
—
who
was
Calvin
?
We
renounced
society
;
and
I
was
going
to
work
him
a
pair
of
slippers
.
We
were
very
edifying
.
Then
he
sang
comic
songs
in
the
drawing-room
,
and
discussed
the
methods
of
cheating
at
baccarat
.
I
was
a
dead
failure
.
"
"
Anyhow
,
you
're
a
serious
lady
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
That
young
man
will
come
to
a
bad
end
,
"
said
Lady
Grantham
;
"
so
will
your
German
conductor
.
He
ordered
beer
in
the
middle
of
the
morning
,
to-day
—
the
second
footman
will
certainly
give
notice
—
and
he
smoked
a
little
clay
pipe
after
dinner
in
the
dining-room
.
Then
this
afternoon
comes
this
other
friend
of
yours
.
He
says
,
'
Arfly
rippin
'
what
.
'
"
"
He
said
you
were
arfly
fascinatin
'
what
,
"
interpolated
Miss
Grantham
,
"
when
you
went
away
to
read
your
book
.
You
were
very
rude
to
him
.
"
Sir
Robert
Grantham
had
joined
the
party
.
He
was
a
great
hand
at
adapting
his
conversation
to
his
audience
,
and
making
everyone
conscious
that
they
ought
to
feel
quite
at
home
.
He
recounted
at
some
length
a
series
of
tennis
matches
which
he
had
taken
part
in
a
few
years
ago
.
A
strained
elbow
had
spoiled
his
chances
of
winning
,
but
the
games
were
most
exciting
,
and
it
was
generally
agreed
at
the
time
that
the
form
of
the
players
was
quite
first-class
.
He
talked
about
Wagner
and
counterpoint
to
Edith
.
He
asked
his
vicar
abstruse
questions
on
the
evidence
of
the
immortality
of
the
soul
after
death
;
he
discussed
agriculture
and
farming
with
tenants
,
to
whom
he
always
said
"
thank
ye
,
"
instead
of
"
thank
you
,
"
in
order
that
they
might
feel
quite
at
their
ease
;
he
lamented
the
want
of
physique
in
the
English
army
to
Mr.
Featherstone
,
who
was
very
short
,
and
declared
that
the
average
height
of
Englishmen
was
only
five
feet
four
.
As
he
said
this
he
drew
himself
up
,
and
made
it
quite
obvious
that
he
himself
was
six
feet
high
,
and
broad
in
proportion
.
A
few
more
cups
of
tea
were
drunk
,
and
a
few
more
sets
played
,
and
the
party
dispersed
.
Edith
was
the
only
guest
in
the
house
,
and
she
and
Frank
,
the
Oxford
son
,
stopped
behind
to
play
a
game
or
two
more
before
dinner
.
Lady
Grantham
and
Nora
strolled
up
through
the
garden
towards
the
house
,
while
Sir
Robert
remained
on
the
ground
,
and
mingled
advice
,
criticism
,
and
approbation
to
the
tennis
players
;
Frank
's
back-handed
stroke
,
he
thought
,
was
not
as
good
as
it
might
be
,
and
Edith
could
,
certainly
put
half
fifteen
on
to
her
game
if
judiciously
coached
.
Neither
of
the
players
volleyed
as
well
as
himself
,
but
volleying
was
his
strong
point
,
and
they
must
not
be
discouraged
.
Frank
's
attitude
to
his
father
was
that
of
undisguised
amusement
;
but
he
found
him
very
entertaining
.
They
were
all
rather
late
for
dinner
,
and
Lady
Grantham
was
waiting
for
them
in
the
drawing-room
.
Frank
and
his
father
were
down
before
Edith
,
and
Lady
Grantham
was
making
remarks
on
their
personal
appearance
.
"
You
look
very
,
hot
and
red
,
"
she
was
saying
to
her
son
,
"
and
I
really
wish
you
would
brush
your
hair
better
.
I
do
n't
know
what
young
men
are
coming
to
,
they
seem
to
think
that
everything
is
to
be
kept
waiting
for
them
.
"
Frank
's
attitude
was
one
of
serene
indifference
.
"
Go
on
,
go
on
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
do
n't
mind
.
"
Edith
was
five
minutes
later
.
Lady
Grantham
remarked
on
the
importance
of
being
in
time
for
dinner
,
and
hoped
they
would
n't
all
die
from
going
to
bed
too
soon
afterwards
.
Frank
apologised
for
his
mother
.
"
Do
n't
mind
her
,
Miss
Staines
,
"
he
said
,
"
they
're
only
her
foreign
manners
.
She
does
n't
know
how
to
behave
.
It
's
all
right
.
I
'm
going
to
take
you
in
,
mother
.
Are
we
going
to
have
grouse
?
"
That
evening
Miss
Grantham
and
Edith
"
talked
Dodo
,
"
as
the
latter
called
it
,
till
the
small
hours
.
She
produced
Dodo
's
letter
,
and
read
extracts
.
"
Of
course
,
we
sha'
n't
be
married
till
after
next
November
,
"
wrote
Dodo
.
"
Jack
would
n't
hear
of
it
,
and
it
would
seem
very
unfeeling
.
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
It
will
be
odd
going
back
to
Winston
again
.
Mind
you
come
and
stay
with
us
at
Easter
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
Dodo
ever
thinks
with
regret
of
anything
or
anybody
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
Imagine
writing
like
that
—
asking
me
if
I
should
n't
think
it
unfeeling
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
she
says
she
would
think
it
unfeeling
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
That
's
so
sweet
and
remembering
of
her
.
"
"
But
do
n't
you
see
,
"
said
Edith
,
"
she
evidently
thinks
it
is
so
good
of
her
to
have
feelings
about
it
at
all
.
She
might
as
well
call
attention
to
the
fact
that
she
always
puts
her
shoes
and
stockings
on
to
go
to
church
.
"
"
There
's
a
lot
of
women
who
would
marry
again
before
a
year
was
out
if
it
was
n't
for
convention
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
That
's
probably
the
case
with
Dodo
,
"
remarked
Edith
.
"
Dodo
does
n't
care
one
pin
for
the
memory
of
that
man
.
She
knows
it
,
and
she
knows
I
know
it
.
Why
does
she
say
that
sort
of
thing
to
me
?
He
was
a
good
man
,
too
,
and
I
'm
not
sure
that
he
was
n't
great
.
Chesterford
detested
me
,
but
I
recognised
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
think
he
was
great
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Did
n't
he
always
strike
you
as
a
little
stupid
?
"
"
I
prefer
stupid
people
,
"
declared
Edith
roundly
.
"
They
are
so
restful
.
They
're
like
nice
;
sweet
,
white
bread
;
they
quench
your
hunger
as
well
as
pâté
de
foie
gras
,
and
they
are
much
better
for
you
.
"
"
I
think
they
make
you
just
a
little
thirsty
,
"
remarked
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
should
have
said
they
were
more
like
cracknels
.
Besides
,
do
you
think
that
it
's
an
advantage
to
associate
with
people
who
are
good
for
you
?
It
produces
a
sort
of
rabies
in
me
.
I
want
to
bite
them
.
"
"
You
like
making
yourself
out
worse
than
you
are
,
Grantie
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
I
think
you
like
making
Dodo
out
worse
than
she
is
,
"
returned
Nora
.
"
I
always
used
to
think
you
were
very
fond
of
her
.
"
"
I
am
fond
of
her
,
"
said
Edith
;
"
that
's
why
I
'm
dissatisfied
with
her
.
"
"
What
a
curious
way
of
showing
your
affection
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
love
Dodo
,
and
if
I
was
a
man
I
should
like
to
many
her
.
"
"
Dodo
is
too
dramatic
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
She
never
gets
off
the
stage
;
and
sometimes
she
plays
to
the
gallery
,
and
then
the
stalls
say
,
'
How
cheap
she
's
making
herself
.
'
She
has
the
elements
of
a
low
comedian
about
her
.
"
"
And
the
airs
of
a
tragedy
queen
,
I
suppose
,
"
added
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Edith
;
"
and
the
consequence
is
that
she
as
a
burlesque
sometimes
:
She
is
her
own
parody
.
"
"
Darling
Dodo
,
"
said
Grantie
with
feeling
.
"
I
do
want
to
see
her
again
.
"
"
All
her
conduct
after
his
death
,
"
continued
Edith
,
"
that
was
the
tragedy
queen
;
she
shut
herself
up
in
that
great
house
,
quite
alone
,
for
two
months
,
and
went
to
church
with
a
large
prayer-book
every
morning
,
at
eight
.
But
it
was
burlesque
all
the
same
.
Dodo
is
n't
sorry
like
that
.
The
gallery
yelled
with
applause
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
so
sweet
of
her
,
"
murmured
Grantie
.
"
I
suppose
I
'm
gallery
too
.
"
"
Then
she
went
abroad
,
"
continued
Edith
,
"
and
sat
down
and
wept
by
the
waters
of
Aix
.
But
she
soon
took
down
her
harp
.
She
gave
banjo
parties
on
the
lake
,
and
sang
coster
songs
.
"
"
Mrs.
Vane
told
me
she
recovered
her
spirits
wonderfully
at
Aix
,
"
remarked
Miss
Grantham
.
"
And
played
baccarat
,
and
recovered
other
people
's
money
,
"
pursued
Edith
.
"
If
she
'd
taken
the
first
train
for
Aix
after
the
funeral
,
I
should
have
respected
her
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
would
have
been
horrid
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
;
"
besides
,
it
would
n't
have
been
the
season
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
Dodo
probably
remembered
that
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
sha'
n't
abuse
Dodo
any
more
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
think
it
's
perfectly
horrid
of
you
.
Go
and
play
me
something
.
"
Perhaps
the
thought
of
Chesterford
was
in
Edith
's
mind
as
she
sat
down
to
the
piano
,
for
she
played
a
piece
of
Mozart
's
"
Requiem
,
"
which
is
the
saddest
music
in
the
world
.
Miss
Grantham
shivered
a
little
.
The
long
wailing
notes
,
struck
some
chord
,
within
her
,
which
disturbed
her
peace
of
mind
.
"
What
a
dismal
thing
,
"
she
said
,
when
Edith
had
finished
.
"
You
make
me
feel
like
Sunday
evening
after
a
country
church
.
"
Edith
stood
looking
out
of
the
window
.
The
moon
was
up
,
and
the
great
stars
were
wheeling
in
their
courses
through
the
infinite
vault
.
A
nightingale
was
singing
loud
in
the
trees
,
and
the
little
mysterious
noises
of
night
stole
about
among
the
bushes
.
As
Edith
thought
of
Chesterford
she
remembered
how
the
Greeks
mistook
the
passionate
song
of
the
bird
for
the
lament
of
the
dead
,
and
it
did
not
seem
strange
to
her
.
For
love
,
sometimes
goes
hand-in-hand
with
death
.
She
turned
back
into
the
room
again
.
"
God
forgive
her
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
we
cannot
.
"
"
I
'm
not
going
to
bed
with
that
requiem
in
my
ears
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
should
dream
of
hearses
.
"
Edith
went
to
the
piano
,
and
broke
into
a
quick
,
rippling
movement
.
Miss
Grantham
listened
,
and
felt
she
ought
to
know
what
it
was
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
she
said
,
when
Edith
had
finished
.
"
It
is
the
scherzo
from
the
'
Dodo
Symphony
,
'
"
she
said
.
"
I
composed
it
two
years
ago
at
Winston
.
"
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Dodo
had
written
to
Edith
from
Zermatt
,
where
she
was
enjoying
herself
amazingly
.
Mrs.
Vane
was
there
,
and
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Algernon
Spencer
,
and
Prince
Waldenech
and
Jack
.
As
there
would
have
been
some
natural
confusion
in
the
hotel
if
Dodo
had
called
herself
Lady
Chesterford
,
when
Lord
Chesterford
was
also
there
,
she
settled
to
be
called
Miss
Vane
.
This
tickled
Prince
Waldenech
enormously
;
it
seemed
to
him
a
capital
joke
.
Dodo
was
sitting
in
the
verandah
of
the
hotel
one
afternoon
,
drinking
black
coffee
and
smoking
cigarettes
.
Half
the
hotel
were
scandalised
at
her
,
and
usually
referred
to
her
as
"
that
Miss
Vane
"
;
the
other
half
adored
her
,
and
went
[
on
]
expeditions
with
her
,
and
took
minor
parts
in
her
theatricals
,
and
generally
played
universal
second
fiddle
.
Dodo
enjoyed
this
sort
of
life
.
There
was
in
her
an
undeveloped
germ
of
simplicity
,
that
found
pleasure
in
watching
the
slow-footed
,
cows
driven
home
from
the
pastures
,
in
sitting
with
Jack
—
regardless
of
her
assumed
name
—
in
the
crocus-studded
meadows
,
or
by
the
side
of
the
swirling
glacier-fed
stream
that
makes
the
valley
melodious
.
She
argued
,
with
great
reason
,
that
she
had
already
shocked
all
the
people
that
were
going
to
be
shocked
,
so
much
that
it
did
n't
matter
what
she
did
;
while
the
other
contingent
,
who
were
not
going
to
be
shocked
,
were
not
going
to
be
shocked
.
"
Everyone
must
either
be
shocked
or
not
shocked
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
they
're
that
already
.
That
's
why
Prince
Waldenech
and
I
are
going
for
a
moonlight
walk
next
week
when
the
moon
comes
back
.
"
Dodo
had
made
great
friends
with
the
Prince
's
half-sister
,
a
Russian
on
her
mother
's
side
,
and
she
was
reading
her
extracts
out
of
her
unwritten
book
of
the
Philosophy
of
Life
,
an
interesting
work
,
which
varied
considerably
according
to
Dodo
's
mood
.
Just
now
it
suited
Dodo
to
be
in
love
with
life
.
"
You
are
a
Russian
by
nature
and
sympathy
,
my
dear
Princess
,
"
she
was
saying
,
"
and
you
are
therefore
in
a
continual
state
of
complete
boredom
.
You
think
you
are
bored
here
,
because
it
is
not
Paris
;
in
Paris
you
are
quite
as
much
bored
with
all
your
fêtes
,
and
dances
,
and
parties
as
you
are
here
.
I
tell
you
frankly
you
are
wrong
.
Why
do
n't
you
come
and
sit
in
the
grass
,
and
look
at
the
crocuses
,
and
throw
stones
into
the
stream
like
me
.
"
The
Princess
stretched
out
a
delicate
arm
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
threw
a
stone
in
my
life
,
"
she
said
dubiously
.
"
Would
it
amuse
me
,
do
you
think
?
"
"
Not
at
first
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
and
you
will
never
be
amused
at
all
if
you
think
about
it
.
"
"
What
am
I
to
think
about
then
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
must
think
about
the
stone
,
"
said
Dodo
decisively
,
"
you
must
think
about
the
crocuses
,
you
must
think
about
the
cows
.
"
"
It
's
all
so
new
to
me
,
"
remarked
the
Princess
.
"
We
never
think
about
cows
in
Russia
.
"
"
That
's
just
what
I
'm
saying
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
You
must
get
out
of
yourself
.
Anything
,
does
to
think
about
,
and
nobody
is
bored
unless
they
think
about
being
bored
.
When
one
has
the
whole
world
to
choose
from
,
and
only
one
subject
in
it
that
can
make
one
feel
bored
,
it
really
shows
a
want
of
resource
to
think
about
that
.
Then
you
ought
to
take
walks
and
make
yourself
tired
.
"
The
Princess
cast
a
vague
eye
on
the
Matterhorn
.
"
That
sort
of
horror
?
"
she
asked
.
"
No
,
you
need
n't
begin
with
the
Matterhorn
,
"
said
Dodo
,
laughing
.
"
Go
to
the
glaciers
,
and
get
rather
cold
and
wet
.
Boredom
is
chiefly
physical
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
being
cold
and
wet
would
bore
me
frightfully
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
no
—
a
big
no
,
"
cried
Dodo
.
"
No
one
is
ever
bored
unless
they
are
comfortable
.
That
's
the
great
principle
.
There
is
n't
time
for
it
.
You
cannot
be
bored
and
something
else
at
the
same
time
.
Being
comfortable
does
n't
count
;
that
's
our
normal
condition
.
But
you
need
n't
be
uncomfortable
in
order
to
be
bored
.
It
's
very
comfortable
sitting
here
with
you
,
and
I
'm
not
the
least
bored
.
I
should
poison
myself
if
I
were
bored
:
I
ca
n't
think
why
you
do
n't
.
"
"
I
will
do
anything
you
recommend
,
"
said
the
Princess
placidly
.
"
You
are
the
only
woman
I
know
who
never
appears
to
be
bored
.
I
wonder
if
my
husband
would
bore
you
.
He
is
very
big
,
and
very
good
,
and
he
eats
a
large
breakfast
,
and
looks
after
his
serfs
.
He
bores
me
to
extinction
.
He
would
wear
black
for
ten
years
if
I
poisoned
myself
.
"
A
shade
of
something
passed
over
Dodo
's
face
.
It
might
have
been
regret
,
or
stifled
remembrance
,
or
a
sudden
twinge
of
pain
,
and
it
lasted
an
appreciable
fraction
of
a
second
.
"
I
can
imagine
being
bored
with
that
kind
of
man
,
"
she
said
in
a
moment
.
The
Princess
was
lying
back
in
her
chair
,
'
and
did
not
notice
a
curious
hardness
in
Dodo
's
voice
.
"
I
should
so-like
to
introduce
you
to
him
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
should
like
to
shut
you
up
with
him
for
a
month
at
our
place
on
the
Volga
.
It
snows
a
good
deal
there
,
and
he
goes
out
in
the
snow
and
shoots
animals
,
and
comes
back
in
the
evening
with
a
red
face
,
and
tells
me
all
about
it
.
It
is
very
entertaining
,
but
a
trifle
monotonous
.
He
does
not
know
English
,
nor
German
,
nor
French
.
He
laughs
very
loud
.
He
is
devoted
to
me
.
Do
go
and
stay
with
him
.
I
think
I
'll
join
you
when
you
've
been
there
three
weeks
.
He
is
quite
safe
.
I
shall
not
be
afraid
.
He
writes
to
me
every
day
,
and
suggests
that
he
should
join
me
here
.
"
Dodo
shifted
her
position
and
looked
up
at
the
Matterhorn
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
should
certainly
be
bored
with
him
,
but
I
'm
not
sure
that
I
would
show
it
.
"
"
He
would
n't
like
you
at
all
,
"
continued
the
Princess
.
"
He
would
think
you
loud
.
That
is
so
odd
.
He
thinks
it
unfeminine
to
smoke
.
He
has
great
ideas
about
the
position
of
women
.
He
gave
me
a
book
of
private
devotions
bound
in
the
parchment
from
a
bear
he
had
shot
on
my
last
birthday
.
"
Dodo
laughed
.
"
I
'm
sure
you
need
not
be
bored
with
him
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
must
have
a
strong
vein
of
unconscious
humour
about
him
.
"
"
I
'm
quite
unconscious
of
it
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
You
cannot
form
the
slightest
idea
of
what
he
's
like
till
you
see
him
.
I
almost
feel
inclined
to
tell
him
to
come
here
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
you
Russian
women
have
such
liberty
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
You
can
tell
your
husband
not
to
expect
to
see
you
again
for
three
months
.
We
ca
n't
do
that
.
An
English
husband
and
wife
are
like
two
Siamese
twins
.
Until
about
ten
years
ago
they
used
to
enter
the
drawing-room
,
when
they
were
going
out
to
dinner
,
arm-in-arm
.
"
"
That
's
very
bourgeois
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
You
are
rather
a
bourgeois
race
.
You
are
very
hearty
,
and
pleased
to
see
one
,
and
all
that
.
There
's
Lord
Chesterford
.
You
're
a
great
friend
of
his
,
are
n't
you
?
He
looks
very
distinguished
.
I
should
say
he
was
usually
bored
.
"
"
He
was
my
husband
's
first
cousin
,
"
said
Dodo
.
Princess
Alexandrina
of
course
knew
that
Miss
Vane
was
a
widow
.
"
I
was
always
an
old
friend
of
his
—
as
long
as
I
can
remember
,
that
's
to
say
.
Jack
and
I
are
going
up
towards
the
Eiffel
to
watch
the
sunset
.
Come
with
us
.
"
"
I
think
I
'll
see
the
sunset
from
here
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
're
going
up
a
hill
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
Oh
,
but
you
ca
n't
see
it
from
here
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
That
great
mass
of
mountain
is
in
the
way
.
"
The
Princess
considered
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
want
to
see
the
sunset
after
all
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
've
just
found
the
Kreutzer
Sonata
.
I
've
been
rural
enough
for
one
day
,
and
I
want
a
breath
of
civilised
air
.
Do
you
know
,
I
never
feel
bored
when
you
are
talking
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
's
part
of
my
charm
,
is
n't
it
?
"
said
Dodo
to
Jack
,
who
had
lounged
up
to
where
they
were
sitting
.
"
Dodo
's
been
lecturing
me
,
Lord
Chesterford
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
Does
she
ever
lecture
you
?
"
"
She
gave
me
quite
a
long
lecture
once
,
"
said
he
.
"
She
recommended
me
to
live
in
a
cathedral
town
.
"
"
A
cathedral
town
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
That
's
something
fearful
,
is
n't
it
?
Why
did
you
tell
him
to
do
that
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
think
it
was
a
mistake
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
Anyhow
,
Jack
did
n't
take
my
advice
.
I
should
n't
recommend
him
to
do
it
now
,
but
he
has
a
perfect
genius
for
being
domestic
.
Everyone
is
very
domestic
in
cathedral
towns
.
They
all
dine
at
seven
and
breakfast
at
a
quarter
past
eight
—
next
morning
,
you
understand
.
That
quarter
past
is
delightful
.
But
Jack
said
he
did
n't
want
to
score
small
successes
,
"
she
added
,
employing
a
figure
grammatically
known
as
"
hiatus
.
"
"
My
husband
is
very
domestic
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
But
he
is
n't
a
bit
like
Lord
Chesterford
.
He
would
like
to
live
with
me
in
a
little
house
in
the
country
,
and
never
have
anyone
to
stay
with
us
.
That
would
be
so
cheerful
during
the
winter
months
.
"
"
Jack
,
would
you
like
to
live
with
your
wife
in
a
little
house
in
the
country
?
"
demanded
Dodo
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
should
ever
marry
a
woman
who
wanted
to
,
"
remarked
Jack
,
meeting
Dodo
's
glance
.
"
Imagine
two
people
really
liking
each
other
better
than
all
the
rest
of
the
world
,
"
said
the
Princess
,
"
and
living
on
milk
,
and
love
,
and
wild
roses
,
and
fresh
eggs
!
I
ca
n't
bear
fresh
eggs
.
"
"
My
egg
this
morning
was
n't
at
all
fresh
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
I
wish
I
'd
thought
of
sending
it
to
your
room
.
"
"
Would
you
never
get
tired
of
your
wife
,
do
n't
you
think
,
"
continued
the
Princess
,
"
if
you
shut
yourselves
up
in
the
country
?
Supposing
she
wished
to
pick
roses
when
you
wanted
to
play
lawn
tennis
?
"
"
Oh
,
Jack
,
it
would
n't
do
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
You
'd
make
her
play
lawn
tennis
.
"
"
My
husband
and
I
never
thought
of
playing
lawn
tennis
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
I
shall
try
that
when
we
meet
next
.
It
's
very
amusing
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
It
makes
you
die
of
laughing
,
"
said
Dodo
,
solemnly
.
"
Come
,
Jack
,
we
're
going
to
see
the
sunset
.
Good-bye
,
dear
.
Go
and
play
with
your
maid
.
She
can
go
out
of
the
room
while
you
think
of
something
,
and
then
come
in
and
guess
what
you
've
thought
of
.
"
Jack
and
Dodo
strolled
up
through
the
sweet-smelling
meadows
towards
the
Riffelberg
.
A
cool
breeze
was
streaming
down
from
the
"
furrow
cloven
alls
"
of
the
glacier
,
heavy
with
the
clean
smell
of
pine
woods
and
summer
flowers
,
and
thick
with
a
hundred
mingling
sounds
.
The
cows
were
being
driven
homewards
,
and
the
faint
sounds
of
bells
were
carried
down
to
them
from
the
green
heights
above
.
Now
and
then
they
passed
a
herd
of
goats
,
still
nibbling
anxiously
at
the
wayside
grass
,
followed
by
some
small
ragged
shepherd
,
who
brushed
his
long
hair
away
from
his
eyes
to
get
a
better
look
at
this
dazzling
,
fair-skinned
woman
,
who
evidently
belonged
to
quite
another
order
of
beings
from
his
wrinkled
,
early-old
mother
.
One
of
them
held
out
to
Dodo
a
wilted
little
bunch
of
flowers
,
crumpled
with
much
handling
,
but
she
did
not
seem
to
notice
him
.
After
they
had
passed
he
tossed
them
away
,
and
ran
off
after
his
straying
flock
.
Southwards
,
high
above
them
,
stretched
the
long
lines
of
snow
spread
out
under
the
feet
of
the
Matterhorn
,
which
sat
like
some
huge
sphinx
,
unapproachable
,
remote
.
Just
below
lay
the
village
,
sleeping
in
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
,
which
shone
warmly
on
the
red
,
weathered
planks
.
Light
blue
smoke
curled
slowly
up
from
the
shingled
roofs
,
and
streamed
gently
down
the
valley
in
a
thin
,
transparent
haze
.
"
Decidedly
,
it
's
a
very
nice
world
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
I
'm
so
glad
I
was
n't
born
a
Russian
.
The
Princess
never
enjoys
anything
at
all
,
except
telling
one
how
bored
she
is
.
But
she
's
very
amusing
,
and
I
gave
her
a
great
deal
of
good
advice
.
"
"
What
have
you
been
telling
her
to
do
,
"
asked
Jack
.
"
Oh
,
anything
.
I
recommended
her
to
sit
in
the
meadows
,
and
throw
stones
and
get
her
feet
wet
.
It
's
not
affectation
at
all
in
her
,
she
really
is
hopelessly
bored
.
It
's
as
easy
for
her
to
be
bored
as
for
me
not
to
be
.
Jack
,
what
will
you
do
to
me
if
I
get
bored
when
we
're
married
?
"
"
I
shall
tell
you
to
throw
stones
,
"
said
he
.
"
As
long
as
you
do
n't
look
at
me
reproachfully
,
"
said
Dodo
,
"
I
sha'
n't
mind
.
Oh
,
look
at
the
Matterhorn
.
Is
n't
it
big
?
"
"
I
do
n't
like
it
,
"
said
Jack
;
"
it
always
looks
as
if
it
was
taking
notice
,
and
reflecting
how
dreadfully
small
one
is
.
"
"
I
used
to
think
Vivy
was
like
that
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
She
was
very
good
to
me
once
or
twice
.
I
wonder
what
I
shall
be
like
when
I
'm
middle-aged
.
I
ca
n't
bear
the
thought
of
getting
old
,
but
that
wo
n't
stop
it
.
I
do
n't
want
to
sit
by
the
fire
and
purr
.
I
do
n't
think
I
could
do
it
.
"
"
One
wo
n't
get
old
all
of
a
sudden
,
though
,
"
said
Jack
;
"
that
's
a
great
consideration
.
The
change
will
come
so
gradually
that
one
wo
n't
know
it
.
"
"
Ah
,
do
n't
,
"
said
Dodo
quickly
.
"
It
's
like
dying
by
inches
,
losing
hold
of
life
gradually
.
It
wo
n't
come
to
me
like
that
.
I
shall
wake
up
some
morning
and
find
I
'm
not
young
any
more
.
"
"
Well
,
it
wo
n't
come
yet
,
"
said
Jack
with
sympathy
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
not
going
to
bother
my
head
about
it
,
"
said
Dodo
,
"
there
is
n't
time
.
There
's
Maud
and
her
little
Spencer
.
He
's
a
dear
little
man
,
and
he
ought
to
be
put
in
a
band-box
with
some
pink
cotton-wool
,
and
taken
out
every
Sunday
morning
.
"
Dodo
whistled
shrilly
on
her
fingers
to
attract
their
attention
.
Mr.
Spencer
had
been
gathering
flowers
and
putting
them
into
a
neat
,
little
tin
box
,
which
he
slung
over
his
shoulders
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
Norfolk
jacket
carefully
buttoned
round
his
waist
,
with
knickerbockers
and
blue
worsted
stockings
.
He
wore
a
small
blue
ribbon
in
his
top
button-hole
,
and
a
soft
felt
hat
.
He
carried
his
flowers
home
in
the
evening
,
and
always
remembered
to
press
them
before
he
went
to
bed
.
He
and
Maud
were
sitting
on
a
large
grey
rock
by
the
wayside
,
reading
the
Psalms
for
the
seventeenth
evening
of
the
month
.
Dodo
surveyed
her
critically
,
and
laid
herself
out
to
be
agreeable
.
"
Well
,
Algy
,
"
she
said
,
"
how
are
the
flowers
going
on
?
Oh
,
what
a
sweet
little
gentian
.
Where
did
you
get
it
?
We
're
going
to
have
some
theatricals
this
evening
,
and
you
must
come
.
It
's
going
to
be
a
charade
,
and
you
'll
have
to
guess
the
word
afterwards
.
Jack
and
I
are
going
to
look
at
the
sunset
.
We
shall
be
late
for
dinner
.
What
's
that
book
,
Maud
?
"
"
We
were
reading
the
Psalms
for
the
evening
,
"
said
Maud
.
"
Oh
,
how
dear
of
you
!
"
said
Dodo
.
"
What
a
lovely
church
this
makes
.
Algy
,
why
do
n't
you
have
service
out
of
doors
at
Gloucester
?
I
always
feel
so
much
more
devotional
on
fine
evenings
out
in
the
open
air
.
I
think
that
's
charming
.
Good-bye
.
Jack
and
I
must
go
on
.
"
Dodo
was
a
good
walker
,
and
they
were
soon
among
the
pines
that
climb
up
the
long
steep
slope
to
the
Eiffel
.
Their
steps
were
silent
on
the
carpet
of
needles
,
and
they
walked
on
,
not
talking
much
,
but
each
intensely
conscious
of
the
presence
of
the
other
.
At
a
corner
high
up
on
the
slope
they
stopped
,
for
the
great
range
in
front
of
them
had
risen
above
the
hills
on
the
other
side
of
the
valley
,
and
all
the
snow
was
flushed
with
the
sunset
.
Dodo
laid
her
hand
on
Jack
's
.
"
How
odd
it
is
that
you
and
I
should
be
here
together
,
and
like
this
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
often
used
to
wonder
years
ago
whether
this
would
happen
.
Jack
,
you
will
make
me
very
happy
?
Promise
me
that
.
"
And
Jack
promised
.
"
I
often
think
of
Chesterford
,
"
Dodo
went
on
.
"
He
wished
for
this
,
you
know
.
He
told
me
so
as
he
was
dying
.
Did
you
ever
know
,
Jack
—
"
even
Dodo
found
it
hard
to
get
on
at
this
moment
—
"
did
you
ever
know
—
he
knew
all
?
I
began
to
tell
him
,
and
he
stopped
me
,
saying
he
knew
.
"
Jack
's
face
was
grave
.
"
He
told
me
he
knew
,
"
he
said
;
"
at
least
,
I
saw
he
did
.
I
never
felt
so
much
ashamed
.
It
was
my
fault
.
I
would
have
given
a
great
deal
to
save
him
that
knowledge
.
"
"
God
forgive
me
if
I
was
cruel
to
him
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
But
,
oh
,
Jack
,
I
did
try
.
I
was
mad
that
night
I
think
.
"
"
Do
n't
talk
of
it
,
"
said
he
suddenly
;
"
it
was
horrible
;
it
was
shameful
.
"
They
were
silent
a
moment
.
Then
Jack
said
,
—
"
Dodo
,
let
us
bury
the
thought
of
that
for
ever
.
There
are
some
memories
which
are
sacred
to
me
.
The
memory
of
Chesterford
is
one
.
He
was
very
faithful
,
and
he
was
very
unhappy
.
I
feel
as
if
I
was
striking
his
dead
body
when
you
speak
of
it
.
Requiescat
.
"
They
rose
and
went
down
to
the
hotel
;
the
sun
had
set
,
and
it
grew
suddenly
cold
.
The
theatricals
that
night
were
a
great
success
.
Dodo
was
simply
inimitable
.
Two
maiden
ladies
left
the
hotel
the
next
morning
.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Dodo
's
marriage
was
announced
in
September
.
It
was
to
be
celebrated
at
the
beginning
of
December
,
and
was
to
be
very
grand
indeed
.
Duchesses
were
expected
to
be
nothing
accounted
of
.
She
was
still
in
Switzerland
when
it
was
made
known
,
and
events
had
developed
themselves
.
The
announcement
came
out
in
the
following
manner
.
She
had
taken
her
moonlight
walk
,
but
not
with
Prince
Waldenech
.
She
had
mentioned
to
him
incidentally
that
Jack
was
coming
as
well
,
and
after
dinner
the
Prince
found
he
had
important
despatches
waiting
for
him
.
Dodo
was
rather
amused
at
the
inadequacy
of
this
statement
,
as
no
post
had
come
in
that
morning
.
The
thought
that
the
Prince
particularly
wished
to
take
a
romantic
walk
with
her
was
entertaining
.
Next
morning
,
however
,
while
Dodo
was
sitting
in
her
room
,
looking
out
over
the
wide
,
green
valley
,
her
maid
came
in
and
asked
if
Prince
Waldenech
might
have
permission
to
speak
to
her
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
said
Dodo
affably
,
as
he
entered
.
"
I
wish
you
had
been
with
us
last
night
.
We
had
a
charming
walk
,
but
Jack
was
dreadfully
dull
.
Why
did
n't
you
come
?
"
The
Prince
twisted
his
long
moustaches
.
"
Certainly
I
had
no
despatches
,
"
he
declared
with
frankness
;
"
that
was
—
how
do
you
call
it
?
—
oh
,
a
white
lie
.
"
"
Did
you
expect
me
to
believe
it
?
"
asked
Dodo
.
"
Assuredly
not
,
"
he
returned
.
"
It
would
have
been
an
insult
to
your
understanding
.
But
such
statements
are
better
than
the
truth
sometimes
.
But
I
came
here
for
another
purpose
—
to
say
good-bye
.
"
"
You
're
not
going
?
"
said
Dodo
surprisedly
.
"
Unless
you
tell
me
to
stop
,
"
he
murmured
,
advancing
to
her
.
Dodo
read
his
meaning
at
once
,
and
determined
to
stop
his
saying
anything
more
.
"
Certainly
I
tell
you
to
stop
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
must
n't
break
up
our
charming
party
so
soon
.
Besides
,
I
have
a
piece
of
news
for
you
this
morning
.
I
ask
for
your
congratulations
.
"
"
Ah
,
those
despatches
,
"
murmured
the
Prince
.
"
No
,
it
was
not
the
fault
of
your
despatches
,
"
said
Dodo
,
laughing
.
"
It
was
settled
some
time
ago
.
I
shall
be
Lady
Chesterford
again
next
year
.
Allow
me
to
introduce
the
Marchioness
of
Chesterford
elect
to
your
Highness
,
"
and
she
swept
him
a
little
curtsey
.
The
Prince
bowed
.
"
The
Marquis
of
Chesterford
is
a
very
fortunate
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
Decidedly
I
had
better
go
away
to-morrow
.
"
Dodo
felt
annoyed
with
him
.
"
I
thought
he
was
clever
enough
not
to
say
that
,
"
she
thought
to
herself
.
"
No
,
my
dear
Prince
,
you
shall
do
nothing
of
the
sort
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
are
very
happy
here
,
and
I
do
n't
choose
that
you
should
go
away
—
I
tell
you
to
stop
.
You
said
you
would
if
I
told
you
.
"
"
I
am
a
man
of
honour
still
,
"
said
he
,
with
mock
solemnity
.
He
put
both
hands
together
and
bowed
.
"
I
shall
be
the
first
to
congratulate
the
Marquis
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
may
I
hope
the
Marchioness
will
think
with
pity
on
those
less
fortunate
than
he
.
"
Dodo
smiled
benignantly
.
He
really
had
got
excellent
manners
.
The
scene
was
artistic
,
and
it
pleased
her
.
"
I
should
think
you
were
too
proud
to
accept
pity
,
"
she
said
.
"
Have
you
ever
seen
me
other
than
humble
—
to
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Take
it
then
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
as
much
as
your
case
requires
.
But
I
feel
it
is
insolent
of
me
to
offer
it
.
"
"
I
take
all
the
pity
you
have
,
"
said
he
,
smiling
gravely
.
"
I
want
it
more
than
any
other
poor
devil
you
might
think
of
bestowing
it
on
.
"
He
bowed
himself
gracefully
out
of
the
room
.
He
and
Dodo
had
been
discussing
English
proverbs
the
day
before
,
and
Dodo
asserted
broadly
that
they
were
all
founded
on
universal
truths
.
The
Prince
thought
that
pity
was
quite
a
promising
gift
.
Dodo
was
a
little
uneasy
after
he
had
gone
.
She
was
always
a
trifle
afraid
of
him
,
though
,
to
do
her
justice
,
no
one
would
have
guessed
it
.
He
had
acted
the
rejected
lover
in
the
theatricals
of
the
week
before
,
and
his
acting
had
been
rather
too
good
.
The
scene
she
had
just
gone
through
reminded
her
very
forcibly
of
it
.
She
had
