connectit
with
dumbbells
?
And
there
come
the
chickens
.
The
grass
wants
cutting
.
I
love
yellow-hammers
—
"
Margaret
interrupted
her
.
"
I
have
got
it
,
"
she
announced
.
'
Tea
,
tea
,
coffee
,
tea
,
Or
chocolaritee
.
'
"
That
every
morning
for
three
weeks
.
No
wonder
Tibby
was
wild
.
"
"
Tibby
is
moderately
a
dear
now
,
"
said
Helen
.
"
There
!
I
knew
you
'd
say
that
in
the
end
.
Of
course
he
's
a
dear
.
"
A
bell
rang
.
"
Listen
!
what
's
that
?
"
Helen
said
,
"
Perhaps
the
Wilcoxes
are
beginning
the
siege
.
"
"
What
nonsense
—
listen
!
"
And
the
triviality
faded
from
their
faces
,
though
it
left
something
behind
—
the
knowledge
that
they
never
could
be
parted
because
their
love
was
rooted
in
common
things
.
Explanations
and
appeals
had
failed
;
they
had
tried
for
a
common
meeting-ground
,
and
had
only
made
each
other
unhappy
.
And
all
the
time
their
salvation
was
lying
round
them
—
the
past
sanctifying
the
present
;
the
present
,
with
wild
heart-throb
,
declaring
that
there
would
after
all
be
a
future
,
with
laughter
and
the
voices
of
children
.
Helen
,
still
smiling
,
came
up
to
her
sister
.
She
said
,
"
It
is
always
Meg
.
"
They
looked
into
each
other
's
eyes
.
The
inner
life
had
paid
.
Solemnly
the
clapper
tolled
.
No
one
was
in
the
front
.
Margaret
went
to
the
kitchen
,
and
struggled
between
packing-cases
to
the
window
.
Their
visitor
was
only
a
little
boy
with
a
tin
can
.
And
triviality
returned
.
"
Little
boy
,
what
do
you
want
?
"
"
Please
,
I
am
the
milk
.
"
"
Did
Miss
Avery
send
you
?
"
said
Margaret
,
rather
sharply
.
"
Yes
,
please
.
"
"
Then
take
it
back
and
say
we
require
no
milk
.
"
While
she
called
to
Helen
,
"
No
,
it
's
not
the
siege
,
but
possibly
an
attempt
to
provision
us
against
one
.
"
"
But
I
like
milk
,
"
cried
Helen
.
"
Why
send
it
away
?
"
"
Do
you
?
Oh
,
very
well
.
But
we
've
nothing
to
put
it
in
,
and
he
wants
the
can
.
"
"
Please
,
I
'm
to
call
in
the
morning
for
the
can
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
The
house
will
be
locked
up
then
.
"
"
In
the
morning
would
I
bring
eggs
,
too
?
"
"
Are
you
the
boy
whom
I
saw
playing
in
the
stacks
last
week
?
"
The
child
hung
his
head
.
"
Well
,
run
away
and
do
it
again
.
"
"
Nice
little
boy
,
"
whispered
Helen
.
"
I
say
,
what
's
your
name
?
Mine
's
Helen
.
"
"
Tom
.
"
That
was
Helen
all
over
.
The
Wilcoxes
,
too
,
would
ask
a
child
its
name
,
but
they
never
told
their
names
in
return
.
"
Tom
,
this
one
here
is
Margaret
.
And
at
home
we
've
another
called
Tibby
.
"
"
Mine
are
lop-eared
,
"
replied
Tom
,
supposing
Tibby
to
be
a
rabbit
.
"
You
're
a
very
good
and
rather
a
clever
little
boy
.
Mind
you
come
again
.
—
Is
n't
he
charming
?
"
"
Undoubtedly
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
He
is
probably
the
son
of
Madge
,
and
Madge
is
dreadful
.
But
this
place
has
wonderful
powers
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
Because
I
probably
agree
with
you
.
"
"
It
kills
what
is
dreadful
and
makes
what
is
beautiful
live
.
"
"
I
do
agree
,
"
said
Helen
,
as
she
sipped
the
milk
.
"
But
you
said
that
the
house
was
dead
not
half
an
hour
ago
.
"
"
Meaning
that
I
was
dead
.
I
felt
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
the
house
has
a
surer
life
than
we
,
even
if
it
was
empty
,
and
,
as
it
is
,
I
ca
n't
get
over
that
for
thirty
years
the
sun
has
never
shone
full
on
our
furniture
.
After
all
,
Wickham
Place
was
a
grave
.
Meg
,
I
've
a
startling
idea
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Drink
some
milk
to
steady
you
.
"
Margaret
obeyed
.
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
tell
you
yet
,
"
said
Helen
,
"
because
you
may
laugh
or
be
angry
.
Let
's
go
upstairs
first
and
give
the
rooms
an
airing
.
"
They
opened
window
after
window
,
till
the
inside
,
too
,
was
rustling
to
the
spring
.
Curtains
blew
,
picture-frames
tapped
cheerfully
.
Helen
uttered
cries
of
excitement
as
she
found
this
bed
obviously
in
its
right
place
,
that
in
its
wrong
one
.
She
was
angry
with
Miss
Avery
for
not
having
moved
the
wardrobes
up
.
"
Then
one
would
see
really
.
"
She
admired
the
view
.
She
was
the
Helen
who
had
written
the
memorable
letters
four
years
ago
.
As
they
leant
out
,
looking
westward
,
she
said
:
"
About
my
idea
.
Could
n't
you
and
I
camp
out
in
this
house
for
the
night
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
we
could
well
do
that
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
Here
are
beds
,
tables
,
towels
—
"
"
I
know
;
but
the
house
is
n't
supposed
to
be
slept
in
,
and
Henry
's
suggestion
was
—
"
"
I
require
no
suggestions
.
I
shall
not
alter
anything
in
my
plans
.
But
it
would
give
me
so
much
pleasure
to
have
one
night
here
with
you
.
It
will
be
something
to
look
back
on
.
Oh
,
Meg
lovey
,
do
let
's
!
"
"
But
,
Helen
,
my
pet
,
"
said
Margaret
,
"
we
ca
n't
without
getting
Henry
's
leave
.
Of
course
,
he
would
give
it
,
but
you
said
yourself
that
you
could
n't
visit
at
Ducie
Street
now
,
and
this
is
equally
intimate
.
"
"
Ducie
Street
is
his
house
.
This
is
ours
.
Our
furniture
,
our
sort
of
people
coming
to
the
door
.
Do
let
us
camp
out
,
just
one
night
,
and
Tom
shall
feed
us
on
eggs
and
milk
.
Why
not
?
It
's
a
moon
.
"
Margaret
hesitated
.
"
I
feel
Charles
would
n't
like
it
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
"
Even
our
furniture
annoyed
him
,
and
I
was
going
to
clear
it
out
when
Aunt
Juley
's
illness
prevented
me
.
I
sympathize
with
Charles
.
He
feels
it
's
his
mother
's
house
.
He
loves
it
in
rather
an
untaking
way
.
Henry
I
could
answer
for
—
not
Charles
.
"
"
I
know
he
wo
n't
like
it
,
"
said
Helen
.
"
But
I
am
going
to
pass
out
of
their
lives
.
What
difference
will
it
make
in
the
long
run
if
they
say
,
'
And
she
even
spent
the
night
at
Howards
End
'
?
"
"
How
do
you
know
you
'll
pass
out
of
their
lives
?
We
have
thought
that
twice
before
.
"
"
Because
my
plans
—
"
"
—
which
you
change
in
a
moment
.
"
"
Then
because
my
life
is
great
and
theirs
are
little
,
"
said
Helen
,
taking
fire
.
"
I
know
of
things
they
ca
n't
know
of
,
and
so
do
you
.
We
know
that
there
's
poetry
.
We
know
that
there
's
death
.
They
can
only
take
them
on
hearsay
.
We
know
this
is
our
house
,
because
it
feels
ours
.
Oh
,
they
may
take
the
title-deeds
and
the
doorkeys
,
but
for
this
one
night
we
are
at
home
.
"
"
It
would
be
lovely
to
have
you
once
more
alone
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
It
may
be
a
chance
in
a
thousand
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
we
could
talk
.
"
She
dropped
her
voice
.
"
It
wo
n't
be
a
very
glorious
story
.
But
under
that
wych-elm
—
honestly
,
I
see
little
happiness
ahead
.
Cannot
I
have
this
one
night
with
you
?
"
"
I
need
n't
say
how
much
it
would
mean
to
me
.
"
"
Then
let
us
.
"
"
It
is
no
good
hesitating
.
Shall
I
drive
down
to
Hilton
now
and
get
leave
?
"
"
Oh
,
we
do
n't
want
leave
.
"
But
Margaret
was
a
loyal
wife
.
In
spite
of
imagination
and
poetry
—
perhaps
on
account
of
them
—
she
could
sympathize
with
the
technical
attitude
that
Henry
would
adopt
.
If
possible
,
she
would
be
technical
,
too
.
A
night
's
lodging
—
and
they
demanded
no
more
—
need
not
involve
the
discussion
of
general
principles
.
"
Charles
may
say
no
,
"
grumbled
Helen
.
"
We
sha
n't
consult
him
.
"
"
Go
if
you
like
;
I
should
have
stopped
without
leave
.
"
It
was
the
touch
of
selfishness
,
which
was
not
enough
to
mar
Helen
's
character
,
and
even
added
to
its
beauty
.
She
would
have
stopped
without
leave
,
and
escaped
to
Germany
the
next
morning
.
Margaret
kissed
her
.
"
Expect
me
back
before
dark
.
I
am
looking
forward
to
it
so
much
.
It
is
like
you
to
have
thought
of
such
a
beautiful
thing
.
"
"
Not
a
thing
,
only
an
ending
,
"
said
Helen
rather
sadly
;
and
the
sense
of
tragedy
closed
in
on
Margaret
again
as
soon
as
she
left
the
house
.
She
was
afraid
of
Miss
Avery
.
It
is
disquieting
to
fulfil
a
prophecy
,
however
superficially
.
She
was
glad
to
see
no
watching
figure
as
she
drove
past
the
farm
,
but
only
little
Tom
,
turning
somersaults
in
the
straw
.
Chapter
38
The
tragedy
began
quietly
enough
,
and
like
many
another
talk
,
by
the
man
's
deft
assertion
of
his
superiority
.
Henry
heard
her
arguing
with
the
driver
,
stepped
out
and
settled
the
fellow
,
who
was
inclined
to
be
rude
,
and
then
led
the
way
to
some
chairs
on
the
lawn
.
Dolly
,
who
had
not
been
"
told
,
"
ran
out
with
offers
of
tea
.
He
refused
them
,
and
ordered
her
to
wheel
baby
's
perambulator
away
,
as
they
desired
to
be
alone
.
"
But
the
diddums
ca
n't
listen
;
he
is
n't
nine
months
old
,
"
she
pleaded
.
"
That
's
not
what
I
was
saying
,
"
retorted
her
father-in-law
.
Baby
was
wheeled
out
of
earshot
,
and
did
not
hear
about
the
crisis
till
later
years
.
It
was
now
the
turn
of
Margaret
.
"
Is
it
what
we
feared
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
is
.
"
"
Dear
girl
,
"
he
began
,
"
there
is
a
troublesome
business
ahead
of
us
,
and
nothing
but
the
most
absolute
honesty
and
plain
speech
will
see
us
through
.
"
Margaret
bent
her
head
.
"
I
am
obliged
to
question
you
on
subjects
we
'd
both
prefer
to
leave
untouched
.
As
you
know
,
I
am
not
one
of
your
Bernard
Shaws
who
consider
nothing
sacred
.
To
speak
as
I
must
will
pain
me
,
but
there
are
occasions
—
We
are
husband
and
wife
,
not
children
.
I
am
a
man
of
the
world
,
and
you
are
a
most
exceptional
woman
.
"
All
Margaret
's
senses
forsook
her
.
She
blushed
,
and
looked
past
him
at
the
Six
Hills
,
covered
with
spring
herbage
.
Noting
her
colour
,
he
grew
still
more
kind
.
"
I
see
that
you
feel
as
I
felt
when
—
My
poor
little
wife
!
Oh
,
be
brave
!
Just
one
or
two
questions
,
and
I
have
done
with
you
.
Was
your
sister
wearing
a
wedding-ring
?
"
Margaret
stammered
a
"
No.
"
There
was
an
appalling
silence
.
"
Henry
,
I
really
came
to
ask
a
favour
about
Howards
End
.
"
"
One
point
at
a
time
.
I
am
now
obliged
to
ask
for
the
name
of
her
seducer
.
"
She
rose
to
her
feet
and
held
the
chair
between
them
.
Her
colour
had
ebbed
,
and
she
was
grey
.
It
did
not
displease
him
that
she
should
receive
his
question
thus
.
"
Take
your
time
,
"
he
counselled
her
.
"
Remember
that
this
is
far
worse
for
me
than
for
you
.
"
She
swayed
;
he
feared
she
was
going
to
faint
.
Then
speech
came
,
and
she
said
slowly
:
"
Seducer
?
No
;
I
do
not
know
her
seducer
's
name
.
"
"
Would
she
not
tell
you
?
"
"
I
never
even
asked
her
who
seduced
her
,
"
said
Margaret
,
dwelling
on
the
hateful
word
thoughtfully
.
"
That
is
singular
.
"
Then
he
changed
his
mind
.
"
Natural
perhaps
,
dear
girl
,
that
you
should
n't
ask
.
But
until
his
name
is
known
,
nothing
can
be
done
.
Sit
down
.
How
terrible
it
is
to
see
you
so
upset
!
I
knew
you
were
n't
fit
for
it
.
I
wish
I
had
n't
taken
you
.
"
Margaret
answered
,
"
I
like
to
stand
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
for
it
gives
me
a
pleasant
view
of
the
Six
Hills
.
"
"
As
you
like
.
"
"
Have
you
anything
else
to
ask
me
,
Henry
?
"
"
Next
you
must
tell
me
whether
you
have
gathered
anything
.
I
have
often
noticed
your
insight
,
dear
.
I
only
wish
my
own
was
as
good
.
You
may
have
guessed
something
,
even
though
your
sister
said
nothing
.
The
slightest
hint
would
help
us
.
"
"
Who
is
'
we
'
?
"
"
I
thought
it
best
to
ring
up
Charles
.
"
"
That
was
unnecessary
,
"
said
Margaret
,
growing
warmer
.
"
This
news
will
give
Charles
disproportionate
pain
.
"
"
He
has
at
once
gone
to
call
on
your
brother
.
"
"
That
too
was
unnecessary
.
"
"
Let
me
explain
,
dear
,
how
the
matter
stands
.
You
do
n't
think
that
I
and
my
son
are
other
than
gentlemen
?
It
is
in
Helen
's
interests
that
we
are
acting
.
It
is
still
not
too
late
to
save
her
name
.
"
Then
Margaret
hit
out
for
the
first
time
.
"
Are
we
to
make
her
seducer
marry
her
?
"
she
asked
.
"
If
possible
.
Yes
.
"
"
But
,
Henry
,
suppose
he
turned
out
to
be
married
already
?
One
has
heard
of
such
cases
.
"
"
In
that
case
he
must
pay
heavily
for
his
misconduct
,
and
be
thrashed
within
an
inch
of
his
life
.
"
So
her
first
blow
missed
.
She
was
thankful
of
it
.
What
had
tempted
her
to
imperil
both
of
their
lives
?
Henry
's
obtuseness
had
saved
her
as
well
as
himself
.
Exhausted
with
anger
,
she
sat
down
again
,
blinking
at
him
as
he
told
her
as
much
as
he
thought
fit
.
At
last
she
said
:
"
May
I
ask
you
my
question
now
?
"
"
Certainly
,
my
dear
.
"
"
Tomorrow
Helen
goes
to
Munich
—
"
"
Well
,
possibly
she
is
right
.
"
"
Henry
,
let
a
lady
finish
.
Tomorrow
she
goes
;
tonight
,
with
your
permission
,
she
would
like
to
sleep
at
Howards
End
.
"
It
was
the
crisis
of
his
life
.
Again
she
would
have
recalled
the
words
as
soon
as
they
were
uttered
.
She
had
not
led
up
to
them
with
sufficient
care
.
She
longed
to
warn
him
that
they
were
far
more
important
than
he
supposed
.
She
saw
him
weighing
them
,
as
if
they
were
a
business
proposition
.
"
Why
Howards
End
?
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
Would
she
not
be
more
comfortable
,
as
I
suggested
,
at
the
hotel
?
"
Margaret
hastened
to
give
him
reasons
.
"
It
is
an
odd
request
,
but
you
know
what
Helen
is
and
what
women
in
her
state
are
.
"
He
frowned
,
and
moved
irritably
.
"
She
has
the
idea
that
one
night
in
your
house
would
give
her
pleasure
and
do
her
good
.
I
think
she
's
right
.
Being
one
of
those
imaginative
girls
,
the
presence
of
all
our
books
and
furniture
soothes
her
.
This
is
a
fact
.
It
is
the
end
of
her
girlhood
.
Her
last
words
to
me
were
,
'
A
beautiful
ending
.
'
"
"
She
values
the
old
furniture
for
sentimental
reasons
,
in
fact
.
"
"
Exactly
.
You
have
quite
understood
.
It
is
her
last
hope
of
being
with
it
.
"
"
I
do
n't
agree
there
,
my
dear
!
Helen
will
have
her
share
of
the
goods
wherever
she
goes
—
possibly
more
than
her
share
,
for
you
are
so
fond
of
her
that
you
'd
give
her
anything
of
yours
that
she
fancies
,
would
n't
you
?
and
I
'd
raise
no
objection
.
I
could
understand
it
if
it
was
her
old
home
,
because
a
home
,
or
a
house
"
—
he
changed
the
word
,
designedly
;
he
had
thought
of
a
telling
point
—
"
because
a
house
in
which
one
has
once
lived
becomes
in
a
sort
of
way
sacred
,
I
do
n't
know
why
.
Associations
and
so
on
.
Now
Helen
has
no
associations
with
Howards
End
,
though
I
and
Charles
and
Evie
have
.
I
do
not
see
why
she
wants
to
stay
the
night
there
.
She
will
only
catch
cold
.
"
"
Leave
it
that
you
do
n't
see
,
"
cried
Margaret
.
"
Call
it
fancy
.
But
realize
that
fancy
is
a
scientific
fact
.
Helen
is
fanciful
,
and
wants
to
.
"
Then
he
surprised
her
—
a
rare
occurrence
.
He
shot
an
unexpected
bolt
.
"
If
she
wants
to
sleep
one
night
,
she
may
want
to
sleep
two
.
We
shall
never
get
her
out
of
the
house
,
perhaps
.
"
"
Well
?
"
said
Margaret
,
with
the
precipice
in
sight
.
"
And
suppose
we
do
n't
get
her
out
of
the
house
?
Would
it
matter
?
She
would
do
no
one
any
harm
.
"
Again
the
irritated
gesture
.
"
No
,
Henry
,
"
she
panted
,
receding
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
that
.
We
will
only
trouble
Howards
End
for
this
one
night
.
I
take
her
to
London
tomorrow
—
"
"
Do
you
intend
to
sleep
in
a
damp
house
,
too
?
"
"
She
cannot
be
left
alone
.
"
"
That
's
quite
impossible
!
Madness
.
You
must
be
here
to
meet
Charles
.
"
"
I
have
already
told
you
that
your
message
to
Charles
was
unnecessary
,
and
I
have
no
desire
to
meet
him
.
"
"
Margaret
—
my
Margaret
—
"
"
What
has
this
business
to
do
with
Charles
?
If
it
concerns
me
little
,
it
concerns
you
less
,
and
Charles
not
at
all
.
"
"
As
the
future
owner
of
Howards
End
,
"
said
Mr.
Wilcox
,
arching
his
fingers
,
"
I
should
say
that
it
did
concern
Charles
.
"
"
In
what
way
?
Will
Helen
's
condition
depreciate
the
property
?
"
"
My
dear
,
you
are
forgetting
yourself
.
"
"
I
think
you
yourself
recommended
plain
speaking
.
"
They
looked
at
each
other
in
amazement
.
The
precipice
was
at
their
feet
now
.
"
Helen
commands
my
sympathy
,
"
said
Henry
.
"
As
your
husband
,
I
shall
do
all
for
her
that
I
can
,
and
I
have
no
doubt
that
she
will
prove
more
sinned
against
than
sinning
.
But
I
cannot
treat
her
as
if
nothing
has
happened
.
I
should
be
false
to
my
position
in
society
if
I
did
.
"
She
controlled
herself
for
the
last
time
.
"
No
,
let
us
go
back
to
Helen
's
request
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
is
unreasonable
,
but
the
request
of
an
unhappy
girl
.
Tomorrow
she
will
go
to
Germany
,
and
trouble
society
no
longer
.
Tonight
she
asks
to
sleep
in
your
empty
house
—
a
house
which
you
do
not
care
about
,
and
which
you
have
not
occupied
for
over
a
year
.
May
she
?
Will
you
give
my
sister
leave
?
Will
you
forgive
her
—
as
you
hope
to
be
forgiven
,
and
as
you
have
actually
been
forgiven
?
Forgive
her
for
one
night
only
.
That
will
be
enough
.
"
"
As
I
have
actually
been
forgiven
—
?
"
"
Never
mind
for
the
moment
what
I
mean
by
that
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
Answer
my
question
.
"
Perhaps
some
hint
of
her
meaning
did
dawn
on
him
.
If
so
,
he
blotted
it
out
.
Straight
from
his
fortress
he
answered
:
"
I
seem
rather
unaccommodating
,
but
I
have
some
experience
of
life
,
and
know
how
one
thing
leads
to
another
.
I
am
afraid
that
your
sister
had
better
sleep
at
the
hotel
.
I
have
my
children
and
the
memory
of
my
dear
wife
to
consider
.
I
am
sorry
,
but
see
that
she
leaves
my
house
at
once
.
"
"
You
mentioned
Mrs.
Wilcox
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
"
A
rare
occurrence
.
In
reply
,
may
I
mention
Mrs.
Bast
?
"
"
You
have
not
been
yourself
all
day
,
"
said
Henry
,
and
rose
from
his
seat
with
face
unmoved
.
Margaret
rushed
at
him
and
seized
both
his
hands
.
She
was
transfigured
.
"
Not
any
more
of
this
!
"
she
cried
.
"
You
shall
see
the
connection
if
it
kills
you
,
Henry
!
You
have
had
a
mistress
—
I
forgave
you
.
My
sister
has
a
lover
—
you
drive
her
from
the
house
.
Do
you
see
the
connection
?
Stupid
,
hypocritical
,
cruel
—
oh
,
contemptible
!
—
a
man
who
insults
his
wife
when
she
's
alive
and
cants
with
her
memory
when
she
's
dead
.
A
man
who
ruins
a
woman
for
his
pleasure
,
and
casts
her
off
to
ruin
other
men
.
And
gives
bad
financial
advice
,
and
then
says
he
is
not
responsible
.
These
,
man
,
are
you
.
You
ca
n't
recognize
them
,
because
you
cannot
connect
.
I
've
had
enough
of
your
unweeded
kindness
.
I
've
spoilt
you
long
enough
.
All
your
life
you
have
been
spoiled
.
Mrs.
Wilcox
spoiled
you
.
No
one
has
ever
told
what
you
are
—
muddled
,
criminally
muddled
.
Men
like
you
use
repentance
as
a
blind
,
so
do
n't
repent
.
Only
say
to
yourself
,
'
What
Helen
has
done
,
I
've
done
.
'
"
"
The
two
cases
are
different
,
"
Henry
stammered
.
His
real
retort
was
not
quite
ready
.
His
brain
was
still
in
a
whirl
,
and
he
wanted
a
little
longer
.
"
In
what
way
different
?
You
have
betrayed
Mrs.
Wilcox
,
Helen
only
herself
.
You
remain
in
society
,
Helen
ca
n't
.
You
have
had
only
pleasure
,
she
may
die
.
You
have
the
insolence
to
talk
to
me
of
differences
,
Henry
?
"
Oh
,
the
uselessness
of
it
!
Henry
's
retort
came
.
"
I
perceive
you
are
attempting
blackmail
.
It
is
scarcely
a
pretty
weapon
for
a
wife
to
use
against
her
husband
.
My
rule
through
life
has
been
never
to
pay
the
least
attention
to
threats
,
and
I
can
only
repeat
what
I
said
before
:
I
do
not
give
you
and
your
sister
leave
to
sleep
at
Howards
End
.
"
Margaret
loosed
his
hands
.
He
went
into
the
house
,
wiping
first
one
and
then
the
other
on
his
handkerchief
.
For
a
little
she
stood
looking
at
the
Six
Hills
,
tombs
of
warriors
,
breasts
of
the
spring
.
Then
she
passed
out
into
what
was
now
the
evening
.
Chapter
39
Charles
and
Tibby
met
at
Ducie
Street
,
where
the
latter
was
staying
.
Their
interview
was
short
and
absurd
.
They
had
nothing
in
common
but
the
English
language
,
and
tried
by
its
help
to
express
what
neither
of
them
understood
.
Charles
saw
in
Helen
the
family
foe
.
He
had
singled
her
out
as
the
most
dangerous
of
the
Schlegels
,
and
,
angry
as
he
was
,
looked
forward
to
telling
his
wife
how
right
he
had
been
.
His
mind
was
made
up
at
once
:
the
girl
must
be
got
out
of
the
way
before
she
disgraced
them
farther
.
If
occasion
offered
she
might
be
married
to
a
villain
or
,
possibly
,
to
a
fool
.
But
this
was
a
concession
to
morality
,
it
formed
no
part
of
his
main
scheme
.
Honest
and
hearty
was
Charles
's
dislike
,
and
the
past
spread
itself
out
very
clearly
before
him
;
hatred
is
a
skilful
compositor
.
As
if
they
were
heads
in
a
note-book
,
he
ran
through
all
the
incidents
of
the
Schlegels
'
campaign
:
the
attempt
to
compromise
his
brother
,
his
mother
's
legacy
,
his
father
's
marriage
,
the
introduction
of
the
furniture
,
the
unpacking
of
the
same
.
He
had
not
yet
heard
of
the
request
to
sleep
at
Howards
End
;
that
was
to
be
their
master-stroke
and
the
opportunity
for
his
.
But
he
already
felt
that
Howards
End
was
the
objective
,
and
,
though
he
disliked
the
house
,
was
determined
to
defend
it
.
Tibby
,
on
the
other
hand
,
had
no
opinions
.
He
stood
above
the
conventions
:
his
sister
had
a
right
to
do
what
she
thought
right
.
It
is
not
difficult
to
stand
above
the
conventions
when
we
leave
no
hostages
among
them
;
men
can
always
be
more
unconventional
than
women
,
and
a
bachelor
of
independent
means
need
encounter
no
difficulties
at
all
.
Unlike
Charles
,
Tibby
had
money
enough
;
his
ancestors
had
earned
it
for
him
,
and
if
he
shocked
the
people
in
one
set
of
lodgings
he
had
only
to
move
into
another
.
His
was
the
leisure
without
sympathy
—
an
attitude
as
fatal
as
the
strenuous
:
a
little
cold
culture
may
be
raised
on
it
,
but
no
art
.
His
sisters
had
seen
the
family
danger
,
and
had
never
forgotten
to
discount
the
gold
islets
that
raised
them
from
the
sea
.
Tibby
gave
all
the
praise
to
himself
,
and
so
despised
the
struggling
and
the
submerged
.
Hence
the
absurdity
of
the
interview
;
the
gulf
between
them
was
economic
as
well
as
spiritual
.
But
several
facts
passed
:
Charles
pressed
for
them
with
an
impertinence
that
the
undergraduate
could
not
withstand
.
On
what
date
had
Helen
gone
abroad
?
To
whom
?
(
Charles
was
anxious
to
fasten
the
scandal
on
Germany
.
)
Then
,
changing
his
tactics
,
he
said
roughly
:
"
I
suppose
you
realize
that
you
are
your
sister
's
protector
?
"
"
In
what
sense
?
"
"
If
a
man
played
about
with
my
sister
,
I
'd
send
a
bullet
through
him
,
but
perhaps
you
do
n't
mind
.
"
"
I
mind
very
much
,
"
protested
Tibby
.
"
Who
d'ye
suspect
,
then
?
Speak
out
,
man
.
One
always
suspects
someone
.
"
"
No
one
.
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
Involuntarily
he
blushed
.
He
had
remembered
the
scene
in
his
Oxford
rooms
.
"
You
are
hiding
something
,
"
said
Charles
.
As
interviews
go
,
he
got
the
best
of
this
one
.
"
When
you
saw
her
last
,
did
she
mention
anyone
's
name
?
Yes
,
or
no
!
"
he
thundered
,
so
that
Tibby
started
.
"
In
my
rooms
she
mentioned
some
friends
,
called
the
Basts
—
"
"
Who
are
the
Basts
?
"
"
People
—
friends
of
hers
at
Evie
's
wedding
.
"
"
I
do
n't
remember
.
But
,
by
great
Scott
!
I
do
.
My
aunt
told
me
about
some
tag-rag
.
Was
she
full
of
them
when
you
saw
her
?
Is
there
a
man
?
Did
she
speak
of
the
man
?
Or
—
look
here
—
have
you
had
any
dealings
with
him
?
"
Tibby
was
silent
.
Without
intending
it
,
he
had
betrayed
his
sister
's
confidence
;
he
was
not
enough
interested
in
human
life
to
see
where
things
will
lead
to
.
He
had
a
strong
regard
for
honesty
,
and
his
word
,
once
given
,
had
always
been
kept
up
to
now
.
He
was
deeply
vexed
,
not
only
for
the
harm
he
had
done
Helen
,
but
for
the
flaw
he
had
discovered
in
his
own
equipment
.
"
I
see
—
you
are
in
his
confidence
.
They
met
at
your
rooms
.
Oh
,
what
a
family
,
what
a
family
!
God
help
the
poor
pater
—
"
And
Tibby
found
himself
alone
.
Chapter
40
Leonard
—
he
would
figure
at
length
in
a
newspaper
report
,
but
that
evening
he
did
not
count
for
much
.
The
foot
of
the
tree
was
in
shadow
,
since
the
moon
was
still
hidden
behind
the
house
.
But
above
,
to
right
,
to
left
,
down
the
long
meadow
the
moonlight
was
streaming
.
Leonard
seemed
not
a
man
,
but
a
cause
.
Perhaps
it
was
Helen
's
way
of
falling
in
love
—
a
curious
way
to
Margaret
,
whose
agony
and
whose
contempt
of
Henry
were
yet
imprinted
with
his
image
.
Helen
forgot
people
.
They
were
husks
that
had
enclosed
her
emotion
.
She
could
pity
,
or
sacrifice
herself
,
or
have
instincts
,
but
had
she
ever
loved
in
the
noblest
way
,
where
man
and
woman
,
having
lost
themselves
in
sex
,
desire
to
lose
sex
itself
in
comradeship
?
Margaret
wondered
,
but
said
no
word
of
blame
.
This
was
Helen
's
evening
.
Troubles
enough
lay
ahead
of
her
—
the
loss
of
friends
and
of
social
advantages
,
the
agony
,
the
supreme
agony
,
of
motherhood
,
which
is
even
yet
not
a
matter
of
common
knowledge
.
For
the
present
let
the
moon
shine
brightly
and
the
breezes
of
the
spring
blow
gently
,
dying
away
from
the
gale
of
the
day
,
and
let
the
earth
,
who
brings
increase
,
bring
peace
.
Not
even
to
herself
dare
she
blame
Helen
.
She
could
not
assess
her
trespass
by
any
moral
code
;
it
was
everything
or
nothing
.
Morality
can
tell
us
that
murder
is
worse
than
stealing
,
and
group
most
sins
in
an
order
all
must
approve
,
but
it
cannot
group
Helen
.
The
surer
its
pronouncements
on
this
point
,
the
surer
may
we
be
that
morality
is
not
speaking
.
Christ
was
evasive
when
they
questioned
Him
.
It
is
those
that
cannot
connect
who
hasten
to
cast
the
first
stone
.
This
was
Helen
's
evening
—
won
at
what
cost
,
and
not
to
be
marred
by
the
sorrows
of
others
.
Of
her
own
tragedy
Margaret
never
uttered
a
word
.
"
One
isolates
,
"
said
Helen
slowly
.
"
I
isolated
Mr.
Wilcox
from
the
other
forces
that
were
pulling
Leonard
downhill
.
Consequently
,
I
was
full
of
pity
,
and
almost
of
revenge
.
For
weeks
I
had
blamed
Mr.
Wilcox
only
,
and
so
,
when
your
letters
came
—
"
"
I
need
never
have
written
them
,
"
sighed
Margaret
.
"
They
never
shielded
Henry
.
How
hopeless
it
is
to
tidy
away
the
past
,
even
for
others
!
"
"
I
did
not
know
that
it
was
your
own
idea
to
dismiss
the
Basts
.
"
"
Looking
back
,
that
was
wrong
of
me
.
"
"
Looking
back
,
darling
,
I
know
that
it
was
right
.
It
is
right
to
save
the
man
whom
one
loves
.
I
am
less
enthusiastic
about
justice
now
.
But
we
both
thought
you
wrote
at
his
dictation
.
It
seemed
the
last
touch
of
his
callousness
.
Being
very
much
wrought
up
by
this
time
—
and
Mrs.
Bast
was
upstairs
.
I
had
not
seen
her
,
and
had
talked
for
a
long
time
to
Leonard
—
I
had
snubbed
him
for
no
reason
,
and
that
should
have
warned
me
I
was
in
danger
.
So
when
the
notes
came
I
wanted
us
to
go
to
you
for
an
explanation
.
He
said
that
he
guessed
the
explanation
—
he
knew
of
it
,
and
you
must
n't
know
.
I
pressed
him
to
tell
me
.
He
said
no
one
must
know
;
it
was
something
to
do
with
his
wife
.
Right
up
to
the
end
we
were
Mr.
Bast
and
Miss
Schlegel
.
I
was
going
to
tell
him
that
he
must
be
frank
with
me
when
I
saw
his
eyes
,
and
guessed
that
Mr.
Wilcox
had
ruined
him
in
two
ways
,
not
one
.
I
drew
him
to
me
.
I
made
him
tell
me
.
I
felt
very
lonely
myself
.
He
is
not
to
blame
.
He
would
have
gone
on
worshipping
me
.
I
want
never
to
see
him
again
,
though
it
sounds
appalling
.
I
wanted
to
give
him
money
and
feel
finished
.
Oh
,
Meg
,
the
little
that
is
known
about
these
things
!
"
She
laid
her
face
against
the
tree
.
"
The
little
,
too
,
that
is
known
about
growth
!
Both
times
it
was
loneliness
,
and
the
night
,
and
panic
afterwards
.
Did
Leonard
grow
out
of
Paul
?
"
Margaret
did
not
speak
for
a
moment
.
So
tired
was
she
that
her
attention
had
actually
wandered
to
the
teeth
—
the
teeth
that
had
been
thrust
into
the
tree
's
bark
to
medicate
it
.
From
where
she
sat
she
could
see
them
gleam
.
She
had
been
trying
to
count
them
.
"
Leonard
is
a
better
growth
than
madness
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
was
afraid
that
you
would
react
against
Paul
until
you
went
over
the
verge
.
"
"
I
did
react
until
I
found
poor
Leonard
.
I
am
steady
now
.
I
sha
n't
ever
like
your
Henry
,
dearest
Meg
,
or
even
speak
kindly
about
him
,
but
all
that
blinding
hate
is
over
.
I
shall
never
rave
against
Wilcoxes
any
more
.
I
understand
how
you
married
him
,
and
you
will
now
be
very
happy
.
"
Margaret
did
not
reply
.
"
Yes
,
"
repeated
Helen
,
her
voice
growing
more
tender
,
"
I
do
at
last
understand
.
"
"
Except
Mrs.
Wilcox
,
dearest
,
no
one
understands
our
little
movements
.
"
"
Because
in
death
—
I
agree
.
"
"
Not
quite
.
I
feel
that
you
and
I
and
Henry
are
only
fragments
of
that
woman
's
mind
.
She
knows
everything
.
She
is
everything
.
She
is
the
house
,
and
the
tree
that
leans
over
it
.
People
have
their
own
deaths
as
well
as
their
own
lives
,
and
even
if
there
is
nothing
beyond
death
,
we
shall
differ
in
our
nothingness
.
I
cannot
believe
that
knowledge
such
as
hers
will
perish
with
knowledge
such
as
mine
.
She
knew
about
realities
.
She
knew
when
people
were
in
love
,
though
she
was
not
in
the
room
.
I
do
n't
doubt
that
she
knew
when
Henry
deceived
her
.
"
"
Good-night
,
Mrs.
Wilcox
,
"
called
a
voice
.
"
Oh
,
good-night
,
Miss
Avery
.
"
"
Why
should
Miss
Avery
work
for
us
?
"
Helen
murmured
.
"
Why
,
indeed
?
"
Miss
Avery
crossed
the
lawn
and
merged
into
the
hedge
that
divided
it
from
the
farm
.
An
old
gap
,
which
Mr.
Wilcox
had
filled
up
,
had
reappeared
,
and
her
track
through
the
dew
followed
the
path
that
he
had
turfed
over
,
when
he
improved
the
garden
and
made
it
possible
for
games
.
"
This
is
not
quite
our
house
yet
,
"
said
Helen
.
"
When
Miss
Avery
called
,
I
felt
we
are
only
a
couple
of
tourists
.
"
"
We
shall
be
that
everywhere
,
and
for
ever
.
"
"
But
affectionate
tourists
—
"
"
But
tourists
who
pretend
each
hotel
is
their
home
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
pretend
very
long
,
"
said
Helen
.
"
Sitting
under
this
tree
one
forgets
,
but
I
know
that
tomorrow
I
shall
see
the
moon
rise
out
of
Germany
.
Not
all
your
goodness
can
alter
the
facts
of
the
case
.
Unless
you
will
come
with
me
.
"
Margaret
thought
for
a
moment
.
In
the
past
year
she
had
grown
so
fond
of
England
that
to
leave
it
was
a
real
grief
.
Yet
what
detained
her
?
No
doubt
Henry
would
pardon
her
outburst
,
and
go
on
blustering
and
muddling
into
a
ripe
old
age
.
But
what
was
the
good
?
She
had
just
as
soon
vanish
from
his
mind
.
"
Are
you
serious
in
asking
me
,
Helen
?
Should
I
get
on
with
your
Monica
?
"
"
You
would
not
,
but
I
am
serious
in
asking
you
.
"
"
Still
,
no
more
plans
now
.
And
no
more
reminiscences
.
"
They
were
silent
for
a
little
.
It
was
Helen
's
evening
.
The
present
flowed
by
them
like
a
stream
.
The
tree
rustled
.
It
had
made
music
before
they
were
born
,
and
would
continue
after
their
deaths
,
but
its
song
was
of
the
moment
.
The
moment
had
passed
.
The
tree
rustled
again
.
Their
senses
were
sharpened
,
and
they
seemed
to
apprehend
life
.
Life
passed
.
The
tree
nestled
again
.
"
Sleep
now
,
"
said
Margaret
.
The
peace
of
the
country
was
entering
into
her
.
It
has
no
commerce
with
memory
,
and
little
with
hope
.
Least
of
all
is
it
concerned
with
the
hopes
of
the
next
five
minutes
.
It
is
the
peace
of
the
present
,
which
passes
understanding
.
Its
murmur
came
"
now
,
"
and
"
now
"
once
more
as
they
trod
the
gravel
,
and
"
now
,
"
as
the
moonlight
fell
upon
their
father
's
sword
.
They
passed
upstairs
,
kissed
,
and
amidst
the
endless
iterations
fell
asleep
.
The
house
had
enshadowed
the
tree
at
first
,
but
as
the
moon
rose
higher
the
two
disentangled
,
and
were
clear
for
a
few
moments
at
midnight
.
Margaret
awoke
and
looked
into
the
garden
.
How
incomprehensible
that
Leonard
Bast
should
have
won
her
this
night
of
peace
!
Was
he
also
part
of
Mrs.
Wilcox
's
mind
?
Chapter
41
Far
different
was
Leonard
's
development
.
The
months
after
Oniton
,
whatever
minor
troubles
they
might
bring
him
,
were
all
overshadowed
by
Remorse
.
When
Helen
looked
back
she
could
philosophize
,
or
she
could
look
into
the
future
and
plan
for
her
child
.
But
the
father
saw
nothing
beyond
his
own
sin
.
Weeks
afterwards
,
in
the
midst
of
other
occupations
,
he
would
suddenly
cry
out
,
"
Brute
—
you
brute
,
I
could
n't
have
—
"
and
be
rent
into
two
people
who
held
dialogues
.
Or
brown
rain
would
descend
,
blotting
out
faces
and
the
sky
.
Even
Jacky
noticed
the
change
in
him
.
Most
terrible
were
his
sufferings
when
he
awoke
from
sleep
.
Sometimes
he
was
happy
at
first
,
but
grew
conscious
of
a
burden
hanging
to
him
and
weighing
down
his
thoughts
when
they
would
move
.
Or
little
irons
scorched
his
body
.
Or
a
sword
stabbed
him
.
He
would
sit
at
the
edge
of
his
bed
,
holding
his
heart
and
moaning
,
"
Oh
what
shall
I
do
,
whatever
shall
I
do
?
"
Nothing
brought
ease
.
He
could
put
distance
between
him
and
the
trespass
,
but
it
grew
in
his
soul
.
Remorse
is
not
among
the
eternal
verities
.
The
Greeks
were
right
to
dethrone
her
.
Her
action
is
too
capricious
,
as
though
the
Erinyes
selected
for
punishment
only
certain
men
and
certain
sins
.
And
of
all
means
to
regeneration
Remorse
is
surely
the
most
wasteful
.
It
cuts
away
healthy
tissues
with
the
poisoned
.
It
is
a
knife
that
probes
far
deeper
than
the
evil
.
Leonard
was
driven
straight
through
its
torments
and
emerged
pure
,
but
enfeebled
—
a
better
man
,
who
would
never
lose
control
of
himself
again
,
but
also
a
smaller
,
who
had
less
to
control
.
Nor
did
purity
mean
peace
.
The
use
of
the
knife
can
become
a
habit
as
hard
to
shake
off
as
passion
itself
,
and
Leonard
continued
to
start
with
a
cry
out
of
dreams
.
He
built
up
a
situation
that
was
far
enough
from
the
truth
.
It
never
occurred
to
him
that
Helen
was
to
blame
.
He
forgot
the
intensity
of
their
talk
,
the
charm
that
had
been
lent
him
by
sincerity
,
the
magic
of
Oniton
under
darkness
and
of
the
whispering
river
.
Helen
loved
the
absolute
.
Leonard
had
been
ruined
absolutely
,
and
had
appeared
to
her
as
a
man
apart
,
isolated
from
the
world
.
A
real
man
,
who
cared
for
adventure
and
beauty
,
who
desired
to
live
decently
and
pay
his
way
,
who
could
have
travelled
more
gloriously
through
life
than
the
Juggernaut
car
that
was
crushing
him
.
Memories
of
Evie
's
wedding
had
warped
her
,
the
starched
servants
,
the
yards
of
uneaten
food
,
the
rustle
of
overdressed
women
,
motor-cars
oozing
grease
on
the
gravel
,
rubbish
on
a
pretentious
band
.
She
had
tasted
the
lees
of
this
on
her
arrival
:
in
the
darkness
,
after
failure
,
they
intoxicated
her
.
She
and
the
victim
seemed
alone
in
a
world
of
unreality
,
and
she
loved
him
absolutely
,
perhaps
for
half
an
hour
.
In
the
morning
she
was
gone
.
The
note
that
she
left
,
tender
and
hysterical
in
tone
,
and
intended
to
be
most
kind
,
hurt
her
lover
terribly
.
It
was
as
if
some
work
of
art
had
been
broken
by
him
,
some
picture
in
the
National
Gallery
slashed
out
of
its
frame
.
When
he
recalled
her
talents
and
her
social
position
,
he
felt
that
the
first
passerby
had
a
right
to
shoot
him
down
.
He
was
afraid
of
the
waitress
and
the
porters
at
the
railway-station
.
He
was
afraid
at
first
of
his
wife
,
though
later
he
was
to
regard
her
with
a
strange
new
tenderness
,
and
to
think
,
"
There
is
nothing
to
choose
between
us
,
after
all
.
"
The
expedition
to
Shropshire
crippled
the
Basts
permanently
.
Helen
in
her
flight
forgot
to
settle
the
hotel
bill
,
and
took
their
return
tickets
away
with
her
;
they
had
to
pawn
Jacky
's
bangles
to
get
home
,
and
the
smash
came
a
few
days
afterwards
.
It
is
true
that
Helen
offered
him
five
thousands
pounds
,
but
such
a
sum
meant
nothing
to
him
.
He
could
not
see
that
the
girl
was
desperately
righting
herself
,
and
trying
to
save
something
out
of
the
disaster
,
if
it
was
only
five
thousand
pounds
.
But
he
had
to
live
somehow
.
He
turned
to
his
family
,
and
degraded
himself
to
a
professional
beggar
.
There
was
nothing
else
for
him
to
do
.
"
A
letter
from
Leonard
,
"
thought
Blanche
,
his
sister
;
"
and
after
all
this
time
.
"
She
hid
it
,
so
that
her
husband
should
not
see
,
and
when
he
had
gone
to
his
work
read
it
with
some
emotion
,
and
sent
the
prodigal
a
little
money
out
of
her
dress
allowance
.
"
A
letter
from
Leonard
!
"
said
the
other
sister
,
Laura
,
a
few
days
later
.
She
showed
it
to
her
husband
.
He
wrote
a
cruel
insolent
reply
,
but
sent
more
money
than
Blanche
,
so
Leonard
soon
wrote
to
him
again
.
And
during
the
winter
the
system
was
developed
.
Leonard
realized
that
they
need
never
starve
,
because
it
would
be
too
painful
for
his
relatives
.
Society
is
based
on
the
family
,
and
the
clever
wastrel
can
exploit
this
indefinitely
.
Without
a
generous
thought
on
either
side
,
pounds
and
pounds
passed
.
The
donors
disliked
Leonard
,
and
he
grew
to
hate
them
intensely
.
When
Laura
censured
his
immoral
marriage
,
he
thought
bitterly
,
"
She
minds
that
!
What
would
she
say
if
she
knew
the
truth
?
"
When
Blanche
's
husband
offered
him
work
,
he
found
some
pretext
for
avoiding
it
.
He
had
wanted
work
keenly
at
Oniton
,
but
too
much
anxiety
had
shattered
him
;
he
was
joining
the
unemployable
.
When
his
brother
,
the
lay-reader
,
did
not
reply
to
a
letter
,
he
wrote
again
,
saying
that
he
and
Jacky
would
come
down
to
his
village
on
foot
.
He
did
not
intend
this
as
blackmail
.
Still
,
the
brother
sent
a
postal
order
,
and
it
became
part
of
the
system
.
And
so
passed
his
winter
and
his
spring
.
In
the
horror
there
are
two
bright
spots
.
He
never
confused
the
past
.
He
remained
alive
,
and
blessed
are
those
who
live
,
if
it
is
only
to
a
sense
of
sinfulness
.
The
anodyne
of
muddledom
,
by
which
most
men
blur
and
blend
their
mistakes
,
never
passed
Leonard
's
lips
—
And
if
I
drink
oblivion
of
a
day
,
So
shorten
I
the
stature
of
my
soul
.
It
is
a
hard
saying
,
and
a
hard
man
wrote
it
,
but
it
lies
at
the
foot
of
all
character
.
And
the
other
bright
spot
was
his
tenderness
for
Jacky
.
He
pitied
her
with
nobility
now
—
not
the
contemptuous
pity
of
a
man
who
sticks
to
a
woman
through
thick
and
thin
.
He
tried
to
be
less
irritable
.
He
wondered
what
her
hungry
eyes
desired
—
nothing
that
she
could
express
,
or
that
he
or
any
man
could
give
her
.
Would
she
ever
receive
the
justice
that
is
mercy
—
the
justice
for
by-products
that
the
world
is
too
busy
to
bestow
?
She
was
fond
of
flowers
,
generous
with
money
,
and
not
revengeful
.
If
she
had
borne
him
a
child
he
might
have
cared
for
her
.
Unmarried
,
Leonard
would
never
have
begged
;
he
would
have
flickered
out
and
died
.
But
the
whole
of
life
is
mixed
.
He
had
to
provide
for
Jacky
,
and
went
down
dirty
paths
that
she
might
have
a
few
feathers
and
dishes
of
food
that
suited
her
.
One
day
he
caught
sight
of
Margaret
and
her
brother
.
He
was
in
St.
Paul
's
.
He
had
entered
the
cathedral
partly
to
avoid
the
rain
and
partly
to
see
a
picture
that
had
educated
him
in
former
years
.
But
the
light
was
bad
,
the
picture
ill
placed
,
and
Time
and
Judgment
were
inside
him
now
.
Death
alone
still
charmed
him
,
with
her
lap
of
poppies
,
on
which
all
men
shall
sleep
.
He
took
one
glance
,
and
turned
aimlessly
away
towards
a
chair
.
Then
down
the
nave
he
saw
Miss
Schlegel
and
her
brother
.
They
stood
in
the
fairway
of
passengers
,
and
their
faces
were
extremely
grave
.
He
was
perfectly
certain
that
they
were
in
trouble
about
their
sister
.
Once
outside
—
and
he
fled
immediately
—
he
wished
that
he
had
spoken
to
them
.
What
was
his
life
?
What
were
a
few
angry
words
,
or
even
imprisonment
?
He
had
done
wrong
—
that
was
the
true
terror
.
Whatever
they
might
know
,
he
would
tell
them
everything
he
knew
.
He
re-entered
St.
Paul
's
.
But
they
had
moved
in
his
absence
,
and
had
gone
to
lay
their
difficulties
before
Mr.
Wilcox
and
Charles
.
The
sight
of
Margaret
turned
remorse
into
new
channels
.
He
desired
to
confess
,
and
though
the
desire
is
proof
of
a
weakened
nature
,
which
is
about
to
lose
the
essence
of
human
intercourse
,
it
did
not
take
an
ignoble
form
.
He
did
not
suppose
that
confession
would
bring
him
happiness
.
It
was
rather
that
he
yearned
to
get
clear
of
the
tangle
.
So
does
the
suicide
yearn
.
The
impulses
are
akin
,
and
the
crime
of
suicide
lies
rather
in
its
disregard
for
the
feelings
of
those
whom
we
leave
behind
.
Confession
need
harm
no
one
—
it
can
satisfy
that
test
—
and
though
it
was
un-English
,
and
ignored
by
our
Anglican
cathedral
,
Leonard
had
a
right
to
decide
upon
it
.
Moreover
,
he
trusted
Margaret
.
He
wanted
her
hardness
now
.
That
cold
,
intellectual
nature
of
hers
would
be
just
,
if
unkind
.
He
would
do
whatever
she
told
him
,
even
if
he
had
to
see
Helen
.
That
was
the
supreme
punishment
she
would
exact
.
And
perhaps
she
would
tell
him
how
Helen
was
.
That
was
the
supreme
reward
.
He
knew
nothing
about
Margaret
,
not
even
whether
she
was
married
to
Mr.
Wilcox
,
and
tracking
her
out
took
several
days
.
That
evening
he
toiled
through
the
wet
to
Wickham
Place
,
where
the
new
flats
were
now
appearing
.
Was
he
also
the
cause
of
their
move
?
Were
they
expelled
from
society
on
his
account
?
Thence
to
a
public
library
,
but
could
find
no
satisfactory
Schlegel
in
the
directory
.
On
the
morrow
he
searched
again
.
He
hung
about
outside
Mr.
Wilcox
's
office
at
lunch
time
,
and
,
as
the
clerks
came
out
said
:
"
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
but
is
your
boss
married
?
"
Most
of
them
stared
,
some
said
,
"
What
's
that
to
you
?
"
but
one
,
who
had
not
yet
acquired
reticence
,
told
him
what
he
wished
.
Leonard
could
not
learn
the
private
address
.
That
necessitated
more
trouble
with
directories
and
tubes
.
Ducie
Street
was
not
discovered
till
the
Monday
,
the
day
that
Margaret
and
her
husband
went
down
on
their
hunting
expedition
to
Howards
End
.
He
called
at
about
four
o'clock
.
The
weather
had
changed
,
and
the
sun
shone
gaily
on
the
ornamental
steps
—
black
and
white
marble
in
triangles
.
Leonard
lowered
his
eyes
to
them
after
ringing
the
bell
.
He
felt
in
curious
health
:
doors
seemed
to
be
opening
and
shutting
inside
his
body
,
and
he
had
been
obliged
to
steep
sitting
up
in
bed
,
with
his
back
propped
against
the
wall
.
When
the
parlourmaid
came
he
could
not
see
her
face
;
the
brown
rain
had
descended
suddenly
.
"
Does
Mrs.
Wilcox
live
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
She
's
out
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
When
will
she
be
back
?
"
"
I
'll
ask
,
"
said
the
parlourmaid
.
Margaret
had
given
instructions
that
no
one
who
mentioned
her
name
should
ever
be
rebuffed
.
Putting
the
door
on
the
chain
—
for
Leonard
's
appearance
demanded
this
—
she
went
through
to
the
smoking-room
,
which
was
occupied
by
Tibby
.
Tibby
was
asleep
.
He
had
had
a
good
lunch
.
Charles
Wilcox
had
not
yet
rung
him
up
for
the
distracting
interview
.
He
said
drowsily
:
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Hilton
.
Howards
End
.
Who
is
it
?
"
"
I
'll
ask
,
sir
.
"
"
No
,
do
n't
bother
.
"
"
They
have
taken
the
car
to
Howards
End
,
"
said
the
parlourmaid
to
Leonard
.
He
thanked
her
,
and
asked
whereabouts
that
place
was
.
"
You
appear
to
want
to
know
a
good
deal
,
"
she
remarked
.
But
Margaret
had
forbidden
her
to
be
mysterious
.
She
told
him
against
her
better
judgment
that
Howards
End
was
in
Hertfordshire
.
"
Is
it
a
village
,
please
?
"
"
Village
!
It
's
Mr.
Wilcox
's
private
house
—
at
least
,
it
's
one
of
them
.
Mrs.
Wilcox
keeps
her
furniture
there
.
Hilton
is
the
village
.
"
"
Yes
.
And
when
will
they
be
back
?
"
"
Mr.
Schlegel
does
n't
know
.
We
ca
n't
know
everything
,
can
we
?
"
She
shut
him
out
,
and
went
to
attend
to
the
telephone
,
which
was
ringing
furiously
.
He
loitered
away
another
night
of
agony
.
Confession
grew
more
difficult
.
As
soon
as
possible
he
went
to
bed
.
He
watched
a
patch
of
moonlight
cross
the
floor
of
their
lodging
,
and
,
as
sometimes
happens
when
the
mind
is
overtaxed
,
he
fell
asleep
for
the
rest
of
the
room
,
but
kept
awake
for
the
patch
of
moonlight
.
Horrible
!
Then
began
one
of
those
disintegrating
dialogues
.
Part
of
him
said
:
"
Why
horrible
?
It
's
ordinary
light
from
the
room
.
"
"
But
it
moves
.
"
"
So
does
the
moon
.
"
"
But
it
is
a
clenched
fist
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
But
it
is
going
to
touch
me
.
"
"
Let
it
.
"
And
,
seeming
to
gather
motion
,
the
patch
ran
up
his
blanket
.
Presently
a
blue
snake
appeared
;
then
another
,
parallel
to
it
.
"
Is
there
life
in
the
moon
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
But
I
thought
it
was
uninhabited
.
"
"
Not
by
Time
,
Death
,
Judgment
,
and
the
smaller
snakes
.
"
"
Smaller
snakes
!
"
said
Leonard
indignantly
and
aloud
.
"
What
a
notion
!
"
By
a
rending
effort
of
the
will
he
woke
the
rest
of
the
room
up
.
Jacky
,
the
bed
,
their
food
,
their
clothes
on
the
chair
,
gradually
entered
his
consciousness
,
and
the
horror
vanished
outwards
,
like
a
ring
that
is
spreading
through
water
.
"
I
say
,
Jacky
,
I
'm
going
out
for
a
bit
.
"
She
was
breathing
regularly
.
The
patch
of
light
fell
clear
of
the
striped
blanket
,
and
began
to
cover
the
shawl
that
lay
over
her
feet
.
Why
had
he
been
afraid
?
He
went
to
the
window
,
and
saw
that
the
moon
was
descending
through
a
clear
sky
.
He
saw
her
volcanoes
,
and
the
bright
expanses
that
a
gracious
error
has
named
seas
.
They
paled
,
for
the
sun
,
who
had
lit
them
up
,
was
coming
to
light
the
earth
.
Sea
of
Serenity
,
Sea
of
Tranquillity
,
Ocean
of
the
Lunar
Storms
,
merged
into
one
lucent
drop
,
itself
to
slip
into
the
sempiternal
dawn
.
And
he
had
been
afraid
of
the
moon
!
He
dressed
among
the
contending
lights
,
and
went
through
his
money
.
It
was
running
low
again
,
but
enough
for
a
return
ticket
to
Hilton
.
As
it
clinked
Jacky
opened
her
eyes
.
"
Hullo
,
Len
!
What
ho
,
Len
!
"
"
What
ho
,
Jacky
!
see
you
again
later
.
"
She
turned
over
and
slept
.
The
house
was
unlocked
,
their
landlord
being
a
salesman
at
Convent
Garden
.
Leonard
passed
out
and
made
his
way
down
to
the
station
.
The
train
,
though
it
did
not
start
for
an
hour
,
was
already
drawn
up
at
the
end
of
the
platform
,
and
he
lay
down
in
it
and
slept
.
With
the
first
jolt
he
was
in
daylight
;
they
had
left
the
gateways
of
King
's
Cross
,
and
were
under
blue
sky
.
Tunnels
followed
,
and
after
each
the
sky
grew
bluer
,
and
from
the
embankment
at
Finsbury
Park
he
had
his
first
sight
of
the
sun
.
It
rolled
along
behind
the
eastern
smokes
—
a
wheel
,
whose
fellow
was
the
descending
moon
—
and
as
yet
it
seemed
the
servant
of
the
blue
sky
,
not
its
lord
.
He
dozed
again
.
Over
Tewin
Water
it
was
day
.
To
the
left
fell
the
shadow
of
the
embankment
and
its
arches
;
to
the
right
Leonard
saw
up
into
the
Tewin
Woods
and
towards
the
church
,
with
its
wild
legend
of
immortality
.
Six
forest
trees
—
that
is
a
fact
—
grow
out
of
one
of
the
graves
in
Tewin
churchyard
.
The
grave
's
occupant
—
that
is
the
legend
—
is
an
atheist
,
who
declared
that
if
God
existed
,
six
forest
trees
would
grow
out
of
her
grave
.
These
things
in
Hertfordshire
;
and
farther
afield
