intothe
dim
immensity
of
sleep
.
The
waking
from
such
a
sleep
is
not
so
pleasant
.
The
first
moment
of
conscious
thought
sometimes
throws
the
whole
burden
again
on
to
our
brain
with
a
sudden
start
of
pain
that
is
almost
physical
.
There
is
no
transition
.
We
were
asleep
and
we
are
awake
,
and
we
find
that
sleep
has
brought
us
only
a
doubtful
gift
,
for
with
our
renewed
strength
of
body
has
come
the
capability
of
keener
suffering
.
When
we
are
tired
,
mental
distress
is
only
a
dull
ache
,
but
in
the
hard
,
convincing
morning
it
strikes
a
deadlier
and
deeper
pain
.
But
sometimes
Nature
is
more
merciful
.
She
opens
the
sluices
of
our
brain
quietly
,
and
,
though
the
water
still
rushes
in
turbidly
and
roughly
,
yet
the
fact
that
our
brain
fills
by
degrees
makes
us
more
able
to
bear
the
full
weight
,
than
when
it
comes
suddenly
with
a
wrenching
and
,
perhaps
,
a
rending
of
our
mental
machinery
.
It
was
in
this
way
that
Dodo
woke
.
The
trouble
of
the
day
came
to
her
gradually
during
the
moments
of
waking
.
She
dreamed
she
was
waiting
for
Jack
in
the
garden
where
she
had
been
sitting
the
night
before
.
It
was
perfectly
dark
,
and
she
could
not
see
him
coming
,
but
she
heard
a
step
along
the
gravel
path
,
and
started
up
with
a
vague
alarm
,
for
it
did
not
sound
like
his
.
Then
a
greyness
,
as
of
dawn
,
began
to
steal
over
the
night
,
and
she
saw
the
outline
of
the
trees
against
the
sky
,
and
the
outline
of
a
man
's
figure
near
her
,
and
it
was
a
figure
she
knew
well
,
but
it
was
not
Jack
.
On
this
dream
the
sense
of
waking
was
pure
relief
;
it
was
broad
day
,
and
her
maid
was
standing
by
her
and
saying
that
it
was
a
quarter
past
nine
.
Dodo
lay
still
a
few
moments
longer
,
feeling
a
vague
joy
that
her
dream
was
not
true
,
that
the
helplessness
of
that
grey
moment
,
when
she
saw
that
it
was
not
Jack
,
was
passed
,
that
she
was
awake
again
,
and
unfettered
,
save
by
thoughts
which
could
be
consciously
checked
and
stifled
.
It
was
with
a
vast
sense
of
satisfaction
that
she
remembered
her
last
act
on
the
evening
before
,
of
which
the
scattered
fragments
in
the
grate
afforded
ocular
proof
.
She
felt
as
if
she
had
broken
a
visible
,
tangible
fetter
—
one
strand
,
at
any
rate
,
of
the
cord
that
hound
her
was
lying
broken
before
her
eyes
.
If
she
had
been
quite
securely
tied
she
could
not
have
done
that
.
.
—
The
sense
of
successful
effort
,
with
a
visible
result
,
gave
her
a
sudden
feeling
of
power
to
do
more
;
the
absence
of
bodily
fatigue
,
and
the
presence
of
superfluous
physical
health
,
all
seemed
part
of
a
different
order
of
things
to
that
of
the
night
before
.
She
got
up
and
dressed
quickly
,
feeling
more
like
her
own
self
than
she
had
done
for
several
days
.
The
destruction
of
his
photograph
was
really
a
great
achievement
.
She
had
no
idea
how
far
things
had
gone
till
she
felt
the
full
effect
of
conscious
effort
and
its
result
.
She
could
see
now
exactly
where
she
had
stood
on
the
evening
before
,
very
unpleasantly
close
to
the
edge
of
a
nasty
place
,
slippery
and
steep
.
Anyhow
,
she
was
one
step
nearer
that
pleasant
,
green-looking
spot
at
the
top
of
the
slope
—
a
quiet
,
pretty
place
,
not
particularly
extensive
,
but
very
pleasing
,
and
very
safe
.
The
three
others
were
half-way
through
breakfast
when
Dodo
came
down
.
Lady
Grantham
was
feeling
a
little
bored
.
Dodo
flung
open
the
door
and
came
marching
in
,
whistling
"
See
the
Conquering
Hero
comes
.
"
"
That
's
by
Handel
,
you
know
,
Edith
,
"
she
said
.
"
Handel
is
very
healthy
,
and
he
never
bothers
you
with
abstruse
questions
in
the
scandalous
way
that
Wagner
does
.
I
'm
going
to
have
a
barrel-organ
made
with
twelve
tunes
by
Handel
,
you
only
have
to
turn
the
handle
and
out
he
comes
.
I
do
n't
mean
that
for
a
pun
.
Your
blood
be
on
your
own
head
if
you
notice
it
.
I
shall
have
my
barrel-organ
put
on
the
box
of
my
victoria
,
and
the
footman
shall
play
tunes
all
the
time
I
'm
driving
,
and
I
shall
hold
out
my
hat
and
ask
for
pennies
.
Some
of
Jack
's
tenants
in
Ireland
have
refused
to
pay
their
rents
this
year
,
and
he
says
we
'll
have
to
cut
off
coffee
after
dinner
if
it
goes
on
.
But
we
shall
be
able
to
have
coffee
after
all
with
the
pennies
I
collect
.
I
talked
so
much
sense
last
night
that
I
do
n't
mean
to
make
another
coherent
remark
this
week
.
"
Dodo
went
to
the
sideboard
and
cut
a
large
slice
of
ham
,
which
she
carried
back
to
her
place
on
the
end
of
her
fork
.
"
I
'm
going
for
a
ride
this
morning
,
Edith
,
if
you
've
got
a
horse
for
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
n't
ridden
for
weeks
.
I
suppose
you
can
give
me
something
with
four
legs
.
Oh
,
I
want
to
take
a
big
fence
again
.
"
Dodo
waved
her
fork
triumphantly
,
and
the
slice
of
ham
flew
into
the
milk-jug
.
She
became
suddenly
serious
,
and
fished
for
it
with
the
empty
fork
.
"
The
deep
waters
have
drowned
it
,
"
she
remarked
,
"
and
it
will
be
totally
uneatable
for
evermore
.
Make
it
into
ham-sandwiches
and
send
it
to
the
workhouse
,
Edith
.
Jambon
au
lait
.
I
'm
sure
it
would
be
very
supporting
.
"
"
It
's
unlucky
to
spill
things
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Dodo
went
on
.
"
I
suppose
it
means
I
shall
die
,
and
shall
go
,
we
hope
,
to
heaven
,
at
the
age
of
twenty-seven
.
I
'm
twenty-nine
really
.
I
do
n't
look
it
,
do
I
,
Lady
Grantham
?
How
old
are
you
,
Edith
?
You
're
twenty-nine
too
,
are
n't
you
?
We
're
two
twin
dewdrops
,
you
and
I
;
you
can
be
the
dewdrops
,
and
I
'll
be
the
twin
.
I
suppose
if
two
babies
are
twins
,
each
of
them
is
a
twin
.
Twin
sounds
like
a
sort
of
calico
.
Two
yards
of
twin
,
please
,
miss.
There
was
a
horrid
fat
man
in
the
carriage
across
France
,
who
called
me
miss.
Jack
behaved
abominably
.
He
called
me
miss
,
too
,
and
wore
the
broadest
grin
on
his
silly
face
all
the
time
.
He
really
is
a
perfect
baby
,
and
I
'm
another
,
and
how
we
shall
keep
house
together
I
ca
n't
think
.
It
'll
be
like
a
sort
of
game
.
"
Dodo
was
eating
her
breakfast
with
an
immense
appetite
and
alarming
rapidity
,
and
she
had
finished
as
soon
as
the
others
.
"
I
want
to
smoke
this
instant
minute
,
"
she
said
,
going
to
the
door
as
soon
as
she
had
eaten
all
she
wanted
.
"
Where
do
you
keep
your
cigarettes
,
Edith
?
Oh
,
how
you
startled
me
!
"
As
she
opened
the
door
two
large
collies
came
bouncing
in
,
panting
from
sheer
excitement
.
"
Oh
,
you
sweet
animals
,
"
said
Dodo
,
sitting
down
on
the
floor
and
going
off
at
another
tangent
.
"
Come
here
and
talk
at
once
.
Edith
,
may
I
give
them
the
milky
ham
?
Here
you
are
;
drink
the
milk
first
,
and
then
eat
the
ham
,
and
then
say
grace
,
and
then
you
may
get
down
.
"
Dodo
poured
the
milk
into
two
clean
saucers
,
and
set
them
on
the
floor
.
There
were
a
few
drops
left
at
the
bottom
of
the
jug
,
and
she
made
a
neat
little
pool
on
the
head
of
each
of
the
dogs
.
"
What
are
their
names
?
"
she
asked
.
"
They
ought
to
be
Tweedledum
and
Tweedledee
,
or
Huz
and
Buz
,
or
Ananias
and
Sapphira
,
or
Darby
and
Joan
,
or
Harris
and
Ainsworth
.
It
ought
to
be
Harris
and
Ainsworth
.
I
'm
sure
,
no
one
man
could
have
written
all
that
rot
himself
.
Little
Spencer
is
very
fond
of
Harrison
Ainsworth
;
he
said
it
was
instructive
as
well
as
palatable
.
I
do
n't
want
to
be
instructed
,
and
it
is
n't
palatable
.
I
hate
having
little
bits
of
information
wrapped
up
and
given
to
me
to
swallow
,
like
a
powder
in
jam
.
Did
you
have
to
take
powders
when
you
were
little
,
Lady
Grantham
?
"
Dodo
's
questions
were
purely
rhetorical
;
they
required
no
answer
,
and
she
did
not
expect
one
.
"
It
is
much
nicer
being
completely
ignorant
and
foolish
like
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
Nobody
ever
expects
me
to
know
anything
,
or
to
be
instructive
on
any
subject
under
the
sun
.
Jack
and
I
are
going
to
be
a
simple
little
couple
,
who
are
very
nice
and
not
at
all
wise
.
Nobody
dislikes
one
if
one
never
pretends
to
be
wise
.
But
I
like
people
to
have
a
large
number
of
theories
on
every
subject
.
Everyone
is
bound
to
form
conclusions
,
but
what
I
dislike
are
people
who
have
got
good
grounds
for
their
conclusions
,
who
knock
you
slap
down
with
statistics
,
if
you
try
to
argue
with
them
.
It
's
impossible
to
argue
with
anyone
who
has
reasons
for
what
he
says
,
because
you
get
to
know
sooner
or
later
,
and
then
the
argument
is
over
.
Arguments
ought
to
be
like
Epic
poems
,
they
leave
off
,
they
do
n't
come
to
an
end
.
"
Dodo
delivered
herself
of
these
surprising
statements
with
great
rapidity
,
and
left
the
room
to
get
her
cigarettes
.
She
left
the
door
wide
open
,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
her
voice
was
heard
from
the
drawing-room
,
screaming
to
Edith
.
"
Edith
,
here
's
the
'
Dodo
Symphony
'
;
come
and
play
it
to
me
this
moment
.
"
"
There
's
not
much
wrong
with
her
this
morning
,
"
thought
Edith
,
as
she
went
to
the
drawing-room
,
where
Dodo
was
playing
snatches
of
dance
music
.
"
Play
the
scherzo
,
Edith
,
"
commanded
Dodo
.
"
Here
you
are
.
Now
,
quicker
,
quicker
,
rattle
it
out
;
make
it
buzz
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
remember
your
playing
that
so
well
,
"
said
Dodo
,
as
Edith
finished
.
"
It
was
that
morning
at
Winston
when
you
insisted
on
going
shooting
.
You
shot
rather
well
,
too
,
if
I
remember
right
.
"
Lady
Grantham
had
followed
Edith
,
and
sat
down
,
with
her
atmosphere
of
impenetrable
leisure
,
near
the
piano
.
Dodo
made
her
feel
uncomfortably
old
.
She
felt
Dodo
's
extravagantly
high
spirits
were
a
sort
of
milestone
to
show
,
how
far
she
herself
had
travelled
from
youth
.
It
was
impossible
to
conceive
of
Dodo
ever
getting
middle-aged
or
elderly
.
She
had
racked
her
brains
in
vain
to
try
to
think
of
any
woman
of
her
own
age
who
could
possibly
ever
have
been
as
insolently
young
as
Dodo
.
She
had
the
habit
,
as
I
have
mentioned
before
,
of
making
strangely
direct
remarks
,
and
she
turned
to
Dodo
and
said
:
—
"
I
should
so
like
to
see
you
ten
years
hence
.
I
wonder
if
people
like
you
ever
grow
old
.
"
"
I
shall
never
grow
old
,
"
declared
Dodo
confidently
.
"
Something
,
I
feel
sure
,
will
happen
to
prevent
that
.
I
shall
stop
young
till
I
go
out
like
a
candle
,
or
am
carried
off
in
a
whirlwind
or
something
.
I
could
n't
be
old
;
it
is
n't
in
me
.
I
shall
go
on
talking
nonsense
till
the
end
of
my
life
,
and
I
ca
n't
talk
nonsense
if
I
have
to
sit
by
the
fire
and
keep
a
shawl
over
my
mouth
,
which
I
shall
have
to
do
if
I
get
old
.
Wherefore
I
never
shall
.
It
's
a
great
relief
to
be
certain
of
that
.
I
used
to
bother
my
head
about
it
at
one
time
!
and
it
suddenly
flashed
upon
me
,
about
ten
days
ago
,
that
I
need
n't
bother
about
it
any
more
,
as
I
never
should
be
old
.
"
"
Would
you
dislike
having
to
be
serious
very
much
?
"
asked
Edith
.
"
It
is
n't
that
I
should
dislike
it
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
I
simply
am
incapable
of
it
.
I
was
serious
last
night
for
at
least
an
hour
,
and
a
feverish
reaction
has
set
in
.
I
could
n't
be
serious
for
a
week
together
,
if
I
was
going
to
be
beheaded
the
next
moment
,
all
the
time
.
I
daresay
it
would
be
very
nice
to
be
serious
,
just
as
I
'm
sure
it
would
be
very
nice
to
live
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
and
pull
the
fishes
'
tails
,
but
it
is
n't
possible
.
"
Dodo
had
quite
forgotten
that
she
had
intended
to
go
for
a
ride
,
and
she
went
into
the
garden
with
Nora
,
and
played
ducks
and
drakes
on
the
pond
,
and
punted
herself
about
,
and
gathered
water-lilies
.
Then
she
was
seized
with
an
irresistible
desire
to
fish
,
and
caught
a
large
pike
,
which
refused
to
be
killed
,
and
Dodo
had
to
fetch
the
gardener
to
slay
it
.
She
then
talked
an
astonishing
amount
of
perfect
nonsense
,
and
thought
that
it
must
be
lunch-time
.
Accordingly
,
she
went
back
to
the
house
,
and
was
found
by
Edith
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
later
,
playing
hide-and-seek
with
the
coachman
's
children
,
whom
she
had
lured
in
from
the
stable-yard
as
she
went
by
.
The
rules
were
that
the
searchers
were
to
catch
the
hiders
,
and
Dodo
had
entrenched
herself
behind
the
piano
,
and
erected
an
impregnable
barricade
,
consisting
of
a
revolving
bookcase
and
the
music-stool
.
The
two
seekers
entirely
declined
to
consider
that
she
had
won
,
and
Dodo
,
with
a
show
of
reason
,
was
telling
them
that
they
had
n't
caught
her
yet
at
any
rate
.
The
situation
seemed
to
admit
of
no
compromise
and
no
solution
,
unless
,
as
Dodo
suggested
,
they
got
a
pound
or
two
of
blasting
powder
and
destroyed
her
defences
.
However
,
a
deus
ex
machina
appeared
in
the
person
of
the
coachman
himself
,
who
had
come
in
for
orders
,
and
hinted
darkly
that
maternal
vengeance
was
brewing
if
certain
persons
did
not
wash
their
hands
in
time
for
dinner
,
which
was
imminent
.
"
There
's
a
telegram
for
you
somewhere
,
"
said
Edith
to
Dodo
,
as
she
emerged
hot
and
victorious
.
"
I
sent
a
man
out
into
the
garden
with
it
.
The
messenger
is
waiting
for
an
answer
.
"
Dodo
became
suddenly
grave
.
"
I
suppose
he
's
gone
to
the
pond
,
"
she
said
;
"
that
's
where
I
was
seen
last
.
I
'll
go
and
get
it
.
"
She
met
the
man
walking
back
to
the
house
,
having
looked
for
her
in
vain
.
She
took
the
telegram
and
opened
it
.
It
had
been
forwarded
from
her
London
house
.
It
was
very
short
.
"
I
arrive
in
London
to-day
.
May
I
call
?
—
"
WALDENECH
.
"
Dodo
experienced
,
in
epitome
at
that
moment
,
all
she
had
gone
through
the
night
before
.
She
went
to
a
garden-seat
,
and
remained
there
in
silence
so
long
that
the
footman
asked
her
:
"
Will
there
be
an
answer
,
my
lady
?
The
messenger
is
waiting
.
"
Dodo
held
out
her
hand
for
the
telegraph
form
.
She
addressed
it
to
the
caretaker
at
her
London
house
.
It
also
was
very
short
:
"
Address
uncertain
;
I
leave
here
to-day
.
Forward
nothing
.
"
She
handed
it
to
the
man
,
and
gave
orders
that
it
should
go
at
once
.
Dodo
did
not
move
.
She
sat
still
with
her
hands
clasped
in
front
of
her
,
unconscious
of
active
thought
,
only
knowing
that
a
stream
of
pictures
seemed
to
pass
before
her
eyes
.
She
saw
the
Prince
standing
on
her
doorstep
,
learning
with
surprise
that
Lady
Chesterford
was
not
at
home
,
and
that
her
address
was
not
known
.
She
saw
him
turn
away
,
baffled
but
not
beaten
;
she
saw
him
remaining
in
London
day
after
day
,
waiting
for
the
house
in
Eaton
Square
to
show
some
signs
of
life
.
She
saw
—
ah
,
she
dismissed
that
picture
quickly
.
She
had
one
sudden
impulse
to
call
back
the
footman
and
ask
for
another
telegraph
form
;
but
she
felt
if
she
could
only
keep
a
firm
hand
on
herself
for
a
few
moments
,
the
worst
would
be
passed
;
and
it
was
with
a
sense
of
overwhelming
relief
that
she
saw
the
telegraph
boy
walk
off
down
the
drive
with
the
reply
in
his
hand
.
Then
it
suddenly
struck
her
that
the
Prince
was
waiting
for
the
answer
at
Dover
Station
.
"
How
savage
he
will
be
,
"
thought
Dodo
.
"
There
will
be
murder
at
the
telegraph
office
if
he
waits
for
his
answer
there
.
Well
,
somebody
must
suffer
,
and
it
will
be
the
telegraph
boys
.
"
The
idea
of
the
Prince
waiting
at
Dover
was
distinctly
amusing
,
and
Dodo
found
a
broad
smile
to
bestow
on
the
thought
before
she
continued
examining
the
state
of
her
feelings
and
position
.
The
Prince
's
influence
over
her
she
felt
was
local
and
personal
,
so
to
speak
,
and
now
she
had
made
her
decision
,
she
was
surprised
at
the
ease
with
which
it
had
been
made
.
Had
he
been
there
in
person
,
with
his
courtly
presence
and
his
serene
remoteness
from
anything
ordinary
,
and
had
said
,
in
that
smooth
,
well-modulated
,
voice
,
"
May
I
hope
to
find
you
in
to-morrow
?
"
Dodo
felt
that
she
would
have
said
"
Come
.
"
Her
pride
was
in
frantic
rebellion
at
these
admissions
;
even
the
telegram
she
had
sent
was
a
confession
of
weakness
.
She
would
not
see
him
,
because
she
was
afraid
.
Was
there
any
other
reason
?
she
asked
herself
.
Yes
;
she
could
not
see
him
because
she
longed
to
see
him
.
"
Has
it
come
to
that
?
"
she
thought
,
as
she
crumpled
up
the
telegram
which
had
fluttered
down
from
her
lap
on
to
the
grass
.
Dodo
felt
she
was
quite
unnecessarily
honest
with
herself
in
making
this
admission
.
But
what
followed
?
Nothing
followed
.
She
was
going
to
marry
Jack
,
and
be
remarkably
happy
,
and
Prince
Waldenech
should
come
and
stay
with
them
because
she
liked
him
very
much
,
and
she
would
be
delightfully
kind
to
him
,
and
Jack
should
like
him
too
.
Dear
old
Jack
,
she
would
write
him
a
line
this
minute
,
saying
when
she
would
be
back
in
London
.
Dodo
felt
a
sudden
spasm
of
anger
against
the
Prince
.
What
right
had
he
to
behave
like
this
?
He
was
making
it
very
hard
for
her
,
and
he
would
get
nothing
by
it
.
Her
decision
was
irrevocable
;
she
would
not
see
him
again
,
for
some
time
at
any
rate
.
She
would
get
over
this
ridiculous
fear
of
him
.
What
was
he
that
other
men
were
not
?
What
was
the
position
,
after
all
?
He
had
wanted
to
marry
her
;
she
had
refused
him
because
she
was
engaged
to
Jack
.
If
there
had
been
no
Jack
—
well
,
there
was
a
Jack
,
so
it
was
unnecessary
to
pursue
that
any
further
.
He
had
given
her
his
photograph
,
and
had
said
several
things
that
he
should
not
have
said
.
Dodo
thought
of
that
scene
with
regret
.
She
had
had
an
opportunity
which
she
had
missed
;
she
might
easily
have
made
it
plain
to
him
that
his
murmured
speeches
went
beyond
mere
courtesy
.
Instead
of
that
she
had
said
she
would
always
regard
him
as
a
great
friend
,
and
hoped
he
would
see
her
often
.
She
tapped
the
ground
impatiently
as
she
thought
of
missed
opportunities
.
It
was
stupid
,
inconceivably
stupid
of
her
.
Then
he
had
followed
her
to
England
,
and
sent
this
telegram
.
She
did
not
feel
safe
.
She
longed
,
and
dreaded
to
see
him
again
.
It
was
too
absurd
that
she
should
have
to
play
this
gigantic
game
of
hide-and-seek
.
"
I
shall
have
to
put
on
a
blue
veil
and
green
goggles
when
I
go
back
to
London
,
"
thought
Dodo
.
"
Well
,
the
seekers
have
to
catch
the
hiders
,
and
he
has
n't
caught
me
yet
.
"
Meanwhile
the
Prince
was
smoking
a
cigar
at
Dover
Station
.
The
telegram
had
not
come
,
though
he
had
waited
an
hour
,
and
he
had
settled
to
give
it
another
half-hour
and
then
go
on
to
London
.
He
was
not
at
all
angry
;
it
was
as
good
as
a
game
of
chess
.
The
Prince
was
very
fond
of
chess
.
He
enjoyed
exercising
a
calculating
long-sightedness
,
and
he
felt
that
the
Marchioness
of
Chesterford
elect
was
a
problem
that
enabled
him
to
exercise
this
faculty
,
of
which
he
had
plenty
,
to
the
full
.
He
had
a
sublime
sense
of
certainty
as
to
what
he
was
going
to
do
.
He
fully
intended
to
marry
Dodo
,
and
he
admitted
no
obstacles
.
She
was
engaged
to
Jack
,
was
she
?
So
much
the
worse
for
Jack
.
She
wished
to
marry
Jack
,
did
she
?
So
much
the
worse
for
her
,
and
none
the
worse
,
possibly
the
better
,
for
him
.
As
it
was
quite
certain
that
he
himself
was
going
to
marry
Dodo
,
these
little
hitches
were
entertaining
than
otherwise
.
It
is
more
fun
to
catch
your
salmon
after
a
quarter
of
an
hour
's
rather
exciting
fight
with
him
than
to
net
him
.
Half
the
joy
of
a
possession
lies
in
the
act
of
acquisition
,
and
the
pleasure
of
acquisition
consists
,
at
least
in
half
of
the
excitement
attendant
on
it
.
To
say
that
the
Prince
ever
regarded
anyone
's
feelings
would
be
understating
the
truth
.
The
fact
that
his
will
worked
its
way
in
opposition
to
,
and
at
the
expense
of
others
,
afforded
him
a
distinct
and
appreciable
pleasure
.
If
he
wanted
anything
he
went
straight
for
it
,
and
regarded
neither
man
,
nor
devil
,
nor
angel
;
and
he
wanted
Dodo
.
His
mind
,
then
,
was
thoroughly
made
up
.
She
seemed
to
him
immensely
original
and
very
complete
.
He
read
her
,
he
thought
,
like
a
book
,
and
the
book
was
very
interesting
reading
.
His
sending
of
the
telegram
with
"
Reply
paid
,
"
was
a
positive
stroke
of
genius
.
Dodo
had
told
him
that
she
was
going
straight
to
London
,
but
,
as
we
have
seen
,
she
did
not
stop
the
night
there
,
but
went
straight
on
to
Edith
's
home
in
Berkshire
.
There
were
two
courses
open
to
her
;
either
to
reply
"
Yes
"
or
"
No
"
to
the
telegram
,
or
to
leave
it
unanswered
.
If
she
left
it
"
unanswered
"
it
would
delight
him
above
measure
,
and
it
seemed
that
his
wishes
were
to
be
realised
.
Not
answering
the
telegram
would
imply
that
she
did
not
think
good
to
see
him
,
and
he
judged
that
this
decision
was
probably
prompted
by
something
deeper
than
mere
indifference
to
his
company
.
It
must
be
dictated
by
a
strong
motive
.
His
calculations
were
a
little
at
fault
,
because
Dodo
had
not
stopped
in
London
,
but
this
made
no
difference
,
as
events
had
turned
out
,
to
the
correctness
of
his
deductions
.
He
very
much
wished
Dodo
to
be
influenced
by
strong
motives
in
her
dealings
with
him
.
He
would
not
have
accepted
,
even
as
a
gift
,
the
real
,
quiet
liking
she
had
for
Jack
.
Real
,
quiet
likings
seemed
to
him
to
be
as
dull
as
total
indifference
.
He
would
not
have
objected
to
her
regarding
him
with
violent
loathing
,
that
would
be
something
to
correct
;
and
his
experience
in
such
affairs
was
that
strong
sympathies
and
antipathies
were
more
akin
to
each
other
than
quiet
affection
or
an
apathetic
indifference
were
to
either
.
He
walked
up
and
down
the
platform
with
the
smile
of
a
man
who
is
waiting
for
an
interesting
situation
in
a
theatrical
representation
to
develop
itself
.
He
had
no
wish
to
hurry
it
.
The
by-play
seemed
to
him
to
be
very
suitable
,
and
he
bought
a
morning
paper
.
He
glanced
through
the
leaders
,
and
turned
to
the
small
society
paragraphs
.
The
first
that
struck
his
eye
was
this
:
"
The
Marchioness
of
Chesterford
arrived
in
London
yesterday
afternoon
from
the
Continent
.
"
He
felt
it
was
the
most
orthodox
way
of
bringing
the
scene
to
its
climax
.
Enter
a
newsboy
,
who
hands
paper
to
Prince
,
and
exit
.
Prince
unfolds
paper
and
reads
the
news
of
—
well
,
of
what
he
is
expecting
.
He
snipped
the
paragraph
neatly
out
from
the
paper
,
and
put
it
in
his
card-case
.
His
valet
was
standing
by
the
telegraph
office
,
waiting
for
the
message
.
The
Prince
beckoned
to
him
.
"
There
will
be
no
telegram
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
leave
by
the
next
train
.
"
The
Prince
had
a
carriage
reserved
for
him
,
and
he
stepped
in
with
a
sense
of
great
satisfaction
.
He
even
went
so
far
as
to
touch
his
hat
in
response
to
the
obeisances
of
the
obsequious
guard
,
and
told
his
valet
to
see
that
the
man
got
something
.
He
soon
determined
on
his
next
move
—
a
decided
"
check
,
"
and
rather
an
awkward
one
;
and
for
the
rest
of
his
journey
he
amused
himself
by
looking
out
of
the
window
,
and
admiring
the
efficient
English
farming
.
All
the
arrangements
seemed
to
him
to
be
very
solid
and
adequate
.
The
hedges
were
charming
.
The
cart
horses
were
models
of
sturdy
strength
,
and
the
hop
harvest
promised
to
be
very
fine
.
He
was
surprised
when
they
drew
near
London
.
The
journey
had
been
shorter
than
he
expected
.
He
gave
a
few
directions
to
his
valet
about
luggage
,
and
drove
off
to
Eaton
Square
.
The
door
was
opened
by
an
impenetrable
caretaker
.
"
Is
Lady
Chesterford
in
?
"
asked
the
Prince
.
"
Her
ladyship
is
not
in
London
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
man
.
The
Prince
smiled
.
Dodo
was
evidently
acting
up
to
her
refusal
to
answer
his
telegram
.
"
Ah
,
just
so
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
Please
take
this
to
her
,
and
say
I
am
waiting
.
"
He
drew
from
his
pocket
a
card
,
and
the
cutting
from
the
Morning
Post
.
"
Her
ladyship
is
not
in
London
,
"
the
man
repeated
.
"
Perhaps
you
would
let
me
have
her
address
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
feeling
in
his
pockets
.
"
A
telegram
has
come
to-day
,
saying
that
her
ladyship
's
address
is
uncertain
,
"
replied
the
caretaker
.
"
Would
you
be
so
good
as
to
let
me
see
the
telegram
?
"
Certainly
,
he
would
fetch
it
.
The
Prince
waited
serenely
.
Everything
was
going
admirably
.
The
telegram
was
fetched
.
It
had
been
handed
in
at
Wokingham
station
at
a
quarter
to
one
.
"
After
she
had
received
my
telegram
,
"
reflected
the
Prince
.
"
Do
you
know
with
whom
she
has
been
staying
?
"
he
asked
blandly
.
"
With
Miss
Staines
.
"
The
Prince
was
very
much
obliged
.
He
left
a
large
gratuity
in
the
man
's
hand
,
and
wished
him
good
afternoon
.
He
drove
straight
to
his
house
,
and
sent
for
his
valet
,
whom
he
could
trust
implicitly
,
and
who
had
often
been
employed
on
somewhat
delicate
affairs
.
"
Take
the
first
train
for
Wokingham
to-morrow
morning
,
"
he
said
.
"
Find
out
where
a
Miss
Staines
lives
.
Inquire
whether
Lady
Chesterford
left
the
house
to-day
.
"
"
Yes
,
your
Highness
.
"
"
And
hold
your
tongue
about
the
whole
business
,
"
said
the
Prince
negligently
,
turning
away
and
lighting
a
cigar
.
"
And
send
me
a
telegram
from
Wokingham
:
'
Left
yesterday
,
'
or
'
Still
here
.
'
"
The
Prince
was
sitting
over
a
late
breakfast
on
the
following
morning
,
when
a
telegram
was
brought
in
.
He
read
it
,
and
his
eyes
twinkled
with
genuine
amusement
.
"
I
think
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
think
that
's
rather
neat
.
"
CHAPTER
TWENTY
If
Dodo
had
felt
some
excusable
pride
in
having
torn
up
the
Prince
's
photograph
,
her
refusal
to
let
him
know
where
she
was
gave
her
a
still
more
vivid
sense
of
something
approaching
heroism
.
She
did
not
blame
anyone
but
herself
for
the
position
into
which
she
had
drifted
during
those
weeks
in
Switzerland
.
She
was
quite
conscious
that
she
might
have
stopped
any
intimacy
of
this
sort
arising
,
and
consequently
the
establishment
of
this
power
over
her
.
But
she
felt
she
was
regaining
her
lost
position
.
Each
sensible
refusal
to
admit
his
influence
over
her
was
the
sensible
tearing
asunder
of
the
fibres
which
enveloped
her
.
It
was
hard
work
,
she
admitted
,
but
she
was
quite
surprised
to
find
how
comfortable
she
was
becoming
.
Jack
really
made
a
very
satisfactory
background
to
her
thoughts
.
She
was
very
fond
of
him
,
and
she
looked
forward
to
their
marriage
with
an
eager
expectancy
,
which
,
was
partly
,
however
,
the
result
of
another
fear
.
She
was
sitting
in
the
drawing-room
next
day
with
Miss
Grantham
,
talking
about
nothing
particular
very
rapidly
.
"
Of
course
,
one
must
be
good
to
begin
with
,
"
she
was
saying
;
"
one
takes
that
for
granted
.
The
idea
of
being
wicked
never
comes
into
my
reckoning
at
all
.
I
should
do
lots
of
things
if
I
did
n't
care
what
I
did
,
that
I
should
n't
think
of
doing
at
all
now
.
I
've
got
an
admirable
conscience
.
It
is
quite
good
,
without
being
at
all
priggish
.
It
is
n't
exactly
what
you
might
call
in
holy
orders
,
but
it
is
an
ecclesiastical
layman
,
and
has
great
sympathy
with
the
Church
.
A
sort
of
lay-reader
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
have
n't
got
any
conscience
at
all
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
believe
I
am
fastidious
in
a
way
,
though
,
which
prevents
me
doing
conspicuously
beastly
things
.
"
"
Oh
,
get
a
conscience
,
Grantie
,
"
said
Dodo
fervently
,
"
it
is
such
a
convenience
.
It
's
like
having
someone
to
make
up
your
mind
for
you
.
I
like
making
up
other
people
's
minds
,
but
I
cannot
make
up
my
own
;
however
,
my
conscience
does
that
for
me
.
It
is
n't
me
a
bit
.
I
just
give
it
a
handful
of
questions
which
I
want
an
answer
upon
,
and
it
gives
me
them
back
,
neatly
docketed
,
with
'
Yes
'
or
'
No
'
upon
them
.
"
"
That
's
no
use
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
know
the
obvious
'
Yeses
'
and
'
Noes
'
myself
.
What
I
do
n't
know
are
the
host
of
things
that
do
n't
matter
much
in
themselves
,
which
you
ca
n't
put
down
either
right
or
wrong
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
all
those
,
"
said
Dodo
serenely
,
"
if
I
want
to
,
and
if
I
do
n't
,
I
have
an
excellent
reason
for
not
doing
them
,
because
I
am
not
sure
whether
they
are
right
.
When
I
set
up
my
general
advice
office
,
which
I
shall
do
before
I
die
,
I
shall
make
a
special
point
of
that
for
other
people
.
I
shall
give
decided
answers
in
most
cases
,
but
I
shall
reserve
a
class
of
things
indifferent
,
which
are
simply
to
be
settled
by
inclination
.
"
"
What
do
you
call
indifferent
things
?
"
asked
Miss
Grantham
,
pursuing
the
Socratic
method
.
"
Oh
,
whether
you
are
to
play
lawn
tennis
on
Sunday
afternoon
,
"
said
Dodo
,
"
or
wear
mourning
for
second
cousins
,
or
sing
alto
in
church
for
the
sake
of
the
choir
;
all
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
"
Your
conscience
evidently
has
n't
taken
orders
,
"
remarked
Miss
Grantham
.
"
That
's
got
nothing
to
do
with
my
conscience
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
My
conscience
does
n't
touch
those
things
at
all
.
It
only
concerns
itself
with
right
and
wrong
.
"
"
You
're
very
moral
this
morning
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Edith
,
"
she
went
on
,
as
Miss
Staines
entered
in
a
howling
wilderness
of
dogs
,
"
Dodo
has
discovered
a
conscience
.
"
"
Whose
?
"
asked
Edith
.
"
Why
,
my
own
,
of
course
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
but
it
's
no
discovery
.
I
always
knew
I
had
one
.
"
"
There
's
someone
waiting
to
see
you
,
"
said
Edith
.
"
I
brought
his
card
in
.
"
She
handed
Dodo
a
card
.
"
Prince
Waldenech
,
"
she
said
quietly
to
herself
,
"
let
him
come
in
here
,
Edith
.
You
need
not
go
away
.
"
Dodo
got
up
and
stood
by
the
mantelpiece
,
and
displayed
an
elaborate
attention
to
one
of
Edith
's
dogs
.
She
was
angry
with
herself
for
needing
this
minute
of
preparation
,
but
she
certainly
used
it
to
the
best
advantage
;
and
when
the
Prince
entered
she
greeted
him
with
an
entirely
natural
smile
of
welcome
.
"
Ah
,
this
is
charming
,
"
she
said
,
advancing
to
him
.
"
How
clever
of
you
to
find
out
my
address
.
"
"
I
am
staying
at
a
house
down
here
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
lying
with
conscious
satisfaction
as
he
could
not
be
contradicted
,
"
and
I
could
not
resist
the
pleasure
.
"
Dodo
introduced
him
to
Edith
and
Miss
Grantham
,
and
sat
down
again
.
"
I
sent
no
address
,
as
I
really
did
not
know
where
I
might
be
going
,
"
she
said
,
following
the
Prince
's
lead
.
"
That
I
was
not
in
London
was
all
my
message
meant
.
I
did
not
know
you
would
be
down
here
.
"
"
Lord
Chesterford
is
in
England
?
"
asked
the
Prince
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
Jack
came
with
me
as
far
as
Dover
,
and
then
he
left
me
for
the
superior
attractions
of
partridge-shooting
.
Was
n't
it
rude
of
him
?
"
"
He
deserves
not
to
be
forgiven
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
I
think
I
shall
send
you
to
call
him
out
for
insulting
me
,
"
said
Dodo
lightly
;
"
and
you
can
kill
each
other
comfortably
while
I
look
on
.
Dear
old
Jack
.
"
"
I
should
feel
great
pleasure
in
fighting
Lord
Chesterford
if
you
told
me
to
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
or
if
you
told
him
to
,
I
'm
sure
he
would
feel
equal
pleasure
in
killing
me
.
"
Dodo
laughed
.
"
Duelling
has
quite
gone
out
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
sha'
n't
require
you
ever
to
do
anything
of
that
kind
.
"
"
I
am
at
your
service
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wish
you
'd
open
that
window
then
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
it
is
dreadfully
stuffy
.
Edith
,
you
really
have
too
many
flowers
in
the
room
.
"
"
Why
do
you
say
that
duelling
has
done
out
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
might
as
well
say
that
devotion
has
gone
out
.
"
"
No
one
fights
duels
now
,
"
said
Dodo
;
"
except
in
Prance
,
and
no
one
,
even
there
,
is
ever
hurt
,
unless
they
catch
cold
in
the
morning
air
,
like
Mark
Twain
.
"
"
Certainly
no
one
goes
out
with
a
pistol-case
,
and
a
second
,
and
a
doctor
,
"
said
the
Prince
;
"
that
was
an
absurd
way
of
duelling
.
It
is
no
satisfaction
to
know
that
you
are
a
better
shot
than
your
antagonist
.
"
"
Still
less
to
know
that
he
is
a
better
shot
than
you
,
"
remarked
Miss
Grantham
.
"
Charming
,
"
said
the
Prince
;
"
that
is
worthy
of
Lady
Chesterford
.
And
higher
praise
—
"
"
Go
on
about
duelling
,
"
said
Dodo
,
unceremoniously
.
"
The
old
system
was
no
satisfaction
,
because
the
quarrel
was
not
about
who
was
the
better
shot
.
Duelling
is
now
strictly
decided
by
merit
.
Two
men
quarrel
about
a
woman
.
They
both
make
love
to
her
;
in
other
words
,
they
both
try
to
cut
each
other
's
throats
,
and
one
succeeds
.
It
is
far
more
sensible
.
Pistols
are
stupid
bull-headed
weapons
.
Words
are
much
finer
.
They
are
exquisite
sharp
daggers
.
There
is
no
unnecessary
noise
or
smoke
,
and
they
are
quite
orderly
.
"
"
Are
those
the
weapons
you
would
fight
Lord
Chesterford
with
,
if
Dodo
told
you
to
?
"
asked
Edith
,
who
was
growing
uneasy
.
The
Prince
,
as
Dodo
once
said
,
never
made
a
fool
of
himself
.
It
was
a
position
in
which
it
was
extremely
easy
for
a
stupid
man
to
say
something
very
awkward
.
Lady
Grantham
,
with
all
her
talent
for
asking
inconvenient
questions
,
could
not
have
formed
a
more
unpleasant
one
.
He
looked
across
at
Dodo
a
moment
,
and
said
,
without
a
perceptible
pause
,
—
"
If
I
ever
was
the
challenger
of
Lady
Chesterford
's
husband
,
the
receiver
of
the
challenge
has
the
right
to
choose
the
weapons
.
"
The
words
startled
Dodo
somehow
.
She
looked
up
and
met
his
eye
.
"
Your
system
is
no
better
than
the
old
one
,
"
she
said
.
"
Words
become
the
weapons
instead
of
pistols
,
and
the
man
who
is
most
skilful
with
words
has
the
same
advantage
as
the
good
shot
.
You
are
not
quarrelling
about
words
,
but
about
a
woman
.
"
"
But
words
are
the
expression
of
what
a
man
is
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
You
are
pitting
merit
against
merit
.
"
Dodo
rose
and
began
to
laugh
.
"
Do
n't
quarrel
with
Jack
,
then
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
would
tell
the
footman
to
show
you
the
door
.
You
would
have
to
fight
the
footman
.
Jack
would
not
speak
to
you
.
"
Dodo
felt
strongly
the
necessity
of
putting
an
end
to
this
conversation
,
which
was
effectually
done
by
this
somewhat
uncourteous
speech
.
The
fencing
had
become
rather
too
serious
to
please
her
,
and
she
did
not
wish
to
be
serious
.
But
she
felt
oppressively
conscious
of
this
man
's
personality
,
and
saw
that
he
was
stronger
than
she
was
herself
.
She
decided
to
retreat
,
and
made
a
desperate
effort
to
be
entirely
flippant
.
"
I
hope
the
Princess
has
profited
by
the
advice
I
gave
her
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
told
her
how
to
be
happy
though
married
,
and
how
not
to
be
bored
though
a
Russian
.
But
she
's
a
very
bad
case
.
"
"
She
said
to
me
dreamily
as
I
left
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
'
You
'll
hear
of
my
death
on
the
Matterhorn
.
Tell
Lady
Chesterford
it
was
her
fault
.
'
"
Dodo
laughed
.
"
Poor
dear
thing
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
really
am
sorry
for
her
.
It
's
a
great
pity
she
did
n't
marry
a
day
labourer
and
have
to
cook
the
dinner
and
slap
the
children
.
It
would
have
been
the
making
of
her
.
"
"
It
would
have
been
a
different
sort
of
making
,
"
remarked
the
Prince
.
"
I
believe
you
can
even
get
blasé
of
being
bored
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
,
"
and
then
,
of
course
,
you
do
n't
get
bored
any
longer
,
because
you
are
bored
with
it
.
"
This
remarkable
statement
was
instantly
contradicted
by
Edith
.
"
Being
bored
is
a
bottomless
pit
,
"
she
remarked
.
"
You
never
get
to
the
end
,
and
the
deeper
you
go
the
longer
it
takes
to
get
out
.
I
was
never
bored
in
my
life
.
I
like
listening
to
what
the
dullest
people
say
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
it
's
when
they
do
n't
say
anything
that
they
're
so
trying
,
"
said
Miss
Grantham
.
"
I
do
n't
mind
that
a
bit
,
"
remarked
Dodo
.
"
I
simply
think
aloud
to
them
.
The
less
a
person
says
the
more
I
talk
,
and
then
suddenly
I
see
that
they
're
shocked
at
me
,
or
that
they
do
n't
understand
.
The
Prince
is
often
shocked
at
me
,
only
he
's
too
polite
to
say
so
.
I
do
n't
mean
that
you
're
a
dull
person
,
you
know
,
but
he
always
understands
.
You
know
he
's
quite
intelligent
,
"
Dodo
went
on
,
introducing
him
with
a
wave
of
her
hand
,
like
a
showman
with
a
performing
animal
.
"
He
knows
several
languages
.
He
will
talk
on
almost
any
subject
you
wish
.
He
was
thirty-five
years
of
age
last
May
,
and
will
be
thirty-six
next
May
.
"
"
He
has
an
admirable
temper
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
and
is
devoted
to
his
keeper
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
not
your
keeper
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
I
would
n't
accept
the
responsibility
.
I
'm
only
reading
extracts
from
the
advertisement
about
you
.
"
"
I
was
only
reading
extracts
as
well
,
"
observed
the
Prince
.
"
Surely
the
intelligent
animal
,
who
knows
several
languages
,
may
read
its
own
advertisement
?
"
"
I
'm
not
so
sure
about
your
temper
,
"
said
Dodo
,
reflectively
:
"
I
shall
alter
it
to
'
is
believed
to
have
an
admirable
temper
.
'
"
"
Never
shows
fight
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
But
is
willing
to
fight
if
told
to
,
"
said
she
.
"
He
said
so
himself
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
I
only
bark
when
I
bite
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
alluding
to
his
modern
system
of
duelling
.
"
Then
your
bite
is
as
bad
as
your
bark
,
"
remarked
Dodo
,
"
which
is
a
sign
of
bad
temper
.
And
now
,
my
dear
Prince
,
if
we
talk
any
more
about
you
,
you
will
get
intolerably
conceited
,
and
that
wo
n't
do
at
all
.
I
ca
n't
bear
conceited
men
.
They
always
seem
to
me
to
be
like
people
on
stilts
.
They
are
probably
not
taller
than
oneself
really
,
and
they
're
out
of
all
proportion
,
all
legs
,
and
no
body
or
head
.
I
do
n't
want
anyone
to
bring
themselves
down
to
my
level
when
they
talk
to
me
.
Conceited
people
always
do
that
.
They
get
off
their
stilts
.
If
there
's
one
thing
that
amuses
me
more
than
another
,
it
is
getting
hold
of
their
stilts
and
sawing
them
half
through
.
Then
,
when
they
get
up
again
they
come
down
'
Bang
,
'
and
you
say
:
'
Oh
,
I
hope
you
have
n't
hurt
yourself
.
I
did
n't
know
you
went
about
on
stilts
.
They
are
very
unsafe
,
are
n't
they
?
'
"
Dodo
was
conscious
of
talking
rather
wildly
and
incoherently
.
She
felt
like
a
swimmer
being
dragged
down
by
a
deep
undercurrent
.
All
she
could
do
was
to
make
a
splash
on
the
surface
.
She
could
not
swim
quietly
or
strongly
out
of
its
reach
.
She
stood
by
the
window
playing
with
the
blind
cord
,
wishing
that
the
Prince
would
not
look
at
her
.
He
had
a
sort
of
deep
,
lazy
strength
about
him
that
made
Dodo
distrust
herself
—
the
indolent
consciousness
of
power
that
a
tiger
has
when
he
plays
contemptuously
with
his
prey
before
hitting
it
with
one
deadly
blow
of
that
soft
cushioned
paw
.
"
Why
ca
n't
I
treat
him
like
anyone
else
?
"
she
said
to
herself
impatiently
.
"
Surely
I
am
not
afraid
of
him
.
I
am
only
afraid
of
being
afraid
.
He
is
handsome
,
and
clever
,
and
charming
,
and
amiable
,
and
here
am
I
watching
every
movement
and
listening
to
every
word
he
says
.
It
's
all
nonsense
.
Here
goes
.
"
Dodo
plunged
back
into
the
room
,
and
sat
down
in
the
chair
next
him
.
"
What
a
charming
time
we
had
at
Zermatt
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
sort
of
place
is
so
nice
if
you
simply
go
there
in
order
to
amuse
yourself
without
the
bore
of
entertaining
people
.
Half
the
people
who
go
there
treat
it
as
their
great
social
effort
of
the
year
.
As
if
one
did
n't
make
enough
social
efforts
at
home
!
"
"
Ah
,
Zermatt
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
meditatively
.
"
It
was
the
most
delightful
month
I
ever
spent
.
"
"
Did
you
like
it
?
"
said
Dodo
negligently
.
"
I
should
have
thought
that
sort
of
place
would
have
bored
you
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
.
I
expected
you
would
rush
off
as
soon
as
you
got
there
,
and
go
to
shoot
or
something
.
"
"
Like
Lord
Chesterford
and
the
partridges
,
"
suggested
Edith
.
"
Oh
,
that
's
different
,
"
said
Dodo
.
"
Jack
thinks
it
's
the
duty
of
every
English
landlord
to
shoot
partridges
.
He
's
got
great
ideas
of
his
duty
.
"
"
Even
when
it
interferes
with
what
must
have
been
his
pleasure
,
apparently
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
Oh
;
Jack
and
I
will
see
plenty
of
each
other
in
course
of
time
.
I
'm
not
afraid
he
will
go
and
play
about
without
me
.
"
"
You
are
too
merciful
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
Oh
,
I
sha'
n't
be
hard
on
Jack
.
I
shall
make
every
allowance
for
his
shortcomings
,
and
I
shall
expect
that
he
will
make
allowance
for
mine
.
"
"
He
will
have
the
best
of
the
bargain
;
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
You
mean
that
he
wo
n't
have
to
make
much
allowance
for
me
?
"
asked
Dodo
.
"
My
dear
Prince
,
that
shows
how
little
you
really
know
about
me
.
I
can
be
abominable
.
Ask
Miss
Staines
if
I
ca
n't
.
I
can
make
a
man
angry
quicker
than
any
woman
I
know
.
I
could
make
you
angry
in
a
minute
and
a
quarter
,
but
I
am
amiable
this
morning
,
and
I
will
spare
you
.
"
"
Please
make
me
angry
,
"
said
the
Prince
.
Dodo
laughed
,
and
held
out
her
hand
to
him
.
"
Then
you
will
excuse
my
leaving
you
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
've
got
a
letter
to
write
before
the
midday
post
.
That
ought
to
make
you
angry
.
Are
you
stopping
to
lunch
?
No
?
Au
revoir
,
then
.
We
shall
meet
again
sometime
soon
,
I
suppose
.
One
is
always
running
up
against
people
.
"
"
Dodo
shook
hands
with
elaborate
carelessness
and
went
towards
the
door
,
which
the
Prince
opened
for
her
.
"
You
have
made
me
angry
,
"
he
murmured
,
as
she
passed
out
,
"
but
you
will
pacify
me
again
,
I
know
.
"
Dodo
went
upstairs
into
her
bedroom
.
She
was
half
frightened
at
her
own
resolution
,
and
the
effort
of
appearing
quite
unconcerned
had
given
her
a
queer
,
tired
feeling
.
She
heard
a
door
shut
in
the
drawing-room
below
,
and
steps
in
the
hall
.
A
faint
flush
came
over
her
face
,
and
she
got
up
quickly
from
her
chair
and
rah
downstairs
.
The
Prince
was
in
the
hall
,
and
he
did
not
look
the
least
surprised
to
see
Dodo
again
.
"
Ah
,
you
are
just
off
?
"
she
asked
.
Then
she
stopped
dead
,
and
he
waited
as
if
expecting
more
.
Dodo
's
eyes
wandered
round
the
walls
and
came
back
to
his
face
again
.
"
Come
and
see
me
in
London
any
time
,
"
she
said
in
a
low
voice
.
"
I
shall
go
back
at
the
end
of
the
week
.
"
The
Prince
bowed
.
"
I
knew
you
would
pacify
me
again
,
"
he
said
.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Dodo
was
up
again
in
London
at
the
end
of
the
week
,
as
she
had
told
the
Prince
.
Jack
was
also
staying
in
town
,
and
they
often
spent
most
of
the
day
together
;
riding
occasionally
in
the
deserted
Row
,
or
sitting
,
as
they
were
now
,
in
Dodo
's
room
in
the
Eaton
Square
house
.
They
were
both
leaving
for
the
country
in
a
few
days
'
time
,
where
they
had
arranged
to
come
across
one
another
at
various
houses
,
and
Dodo
,
at
least
,
was
finding
these
few
days
rather
trying
.
She
and
Jack
had
arranged
to
have
them
together
,
quite
alone
,
while
they
were
in
Switzerland
,
and
Dodo
had
overlooked
the
fact
that
they
might
be
rather
hard
to
fill
up
.
Not
that
she
was
disappointed
in
Jack
.
He
was
exactly
what
she
had
always
supposed
him
to
be
.
She
never
thought
that
he
was
very
stimulating
,
though
never
dull
,
and
she
was
quite
conscious
of
enough
stimulus
in
herself
for
that
.
For
the
rest
he
was
quite
satisfactory
.
But
she
was
distinctly
disappointed
in
herself
.
She
felt
as
if
her
taste
had
been
vitiated
by
drinking
brandy
.
Mild
flavours
and
very
good
bouquets
of
vintages
that
had
pleased
her
before
,
sent
no
message
from
her
palate
to
her
brain
.
It
was
like
the
effect
produced
by
the
touch
of
hot
iron
on
the
skin
,
that
forms
a
hard
numb
surface
,
which
is
curiously
insensitive
to
touch
.
Dodo
felt
as
if
her
powers
of
sensation
had
been
seared
in
this
way
.
Her
perceptions
no
longer
answered
quickly
to
the
causes
that
excited
them
;
a
layer
of
dull
,
unresponsive
material
lay
between
her
and
her
world
.
She
thought
that
her
nerves
and
tissues
were
sound
enough
below
.
This
numbness
was
only
superficial
,
the
burn
would
heal
,
and
her
skin
would
become
pliant
and
soft
again
;
and
if
she
was
conscious
of
all
this
and
its
corresponding
causes
,
it
could
hardly
be
expected
that
Jack
would
be
unconscious
of
it
and
its
corresponding
effects
.
On
this
particular
morning
Dodo
was
particularly
aware
of
it
.
It
was
raining
dismally
outside
,
and
the
sky
was
heavy
and
grey
.
The
road
was
being
repaired
,
and
a
traction
engine
was
performing
its
dismal
office
in
little
aimless
runs
backwards
and
forwards
.
The
official
with
a
red
flag
had
found
there
were
no
vehicles
for
him
to
warn
and
he
had
sat
down
on
a
heap
of
stones
,
and
was
smoking
.
There
was
a
general
air
of
stagnation
,
a
sense
of
the
futility
of
doing
anything
,
and
no
one
was
more
conscious
of
it
than
Dodo
.
She
felt
that
there
was
only
one
event
that
was
likely
to
interest
her
,
and
yet
,
in
a
way
,
she
shrank
from
that
.
It
was
the
searing
process
over
again
.
She
wondered
whether
it
would
do
any
good
to
tell
Jack
of
the
fact
that
the
Prince
was
down
at
Wokingham
.
She
found
the
burden
of
an
unshared
secret
exceptionally
trying
.
Dodo
had
been
so
accustomed
to
be
before
the
footlights
all
her
life
,
that
anything
of
the
nature
of
a
secret
was
oppressive
.
Her
conduct
to
her
first
husband
she
did
not
regard
as
such
.
It
was
only
an
admirable
piece
of
by-play
,
which
the
audience
fully
appreciated
.
Did
Dodo
then
never
think
of
her
late
husband
with
tenderness
?
Well
,
not
often
.
A
thought
seldom
remained
long
in
Dodo
's
mind
without
finding
expression
.
She
turned
round
suddenly
.
"
Jack
,
Prince
Waldenech
was
at
Wokingham
.
"
"
What
was
he
there
for
?
"
asked
Jack
quickly
.
"
I
think
he
came
to
see
me
,
"
remarked
Dodo
serenely
.
"
I
hope
you
did
n't
see
him
,
"
he
replied
.
Dodo
felt
a
slight
stimulus
in
this
subject
.
"
I
saw
him
,
"
she
said
,
"
because
he
came
to
see
me
,
as
they
say
in
the
French
exercise
books
.
I
could
n't
hide
my
head
under
the
hearthrug
like
an
ostrich
—
hot
that
they
hide
their
heads
under
hearth-rugs
,
but
the
principle
is
the
same
.
He
walked
in
as
cool
as
a
cucumber
,
and
said
,
'
Howdy
?
'
So
we
talked
,
and
he
said
he
'd
be
glad
to
call
you
out
,
and
you
'd
be
glad
to
call
him
out
,
and
we
generally
chattered
,
and
then
I
made
him
angry
.
"
"
Why
did
he
propose
to
call
me
out
?
"
asked
Jack
coldly
.
"
Oh
,
he
said
he
would
n't
call
you
out
,
"
remarked
Dodo
.
"
He
said
nothing
would
induce
him
to
.
I
never
said
he
proposed
to
call
you
out
.
You
're
stupid
this
morning
,
Jack
.
"
"
That
man
is
an
unutterable
cad
.
"
Dodo
opened
her
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
he
's
nothing
of
the
kind
,
"
she
said
.
"
Besides
,
he
's
a
great
friend
of
mine
,
so
even
if
he
was
a
cad
it
would
n't
matter
.
"
"
How
did
you
make
him
angry
?
"
demanded
Jack
.
"
I
told
him
I
was
going
away
to
write
some
letters
.
It
was
rather
damping
,
was
n't
it
?
I
had
n't
got
any
letters
to
write
,
and
he
knew
it
,
and
I
knew
he
knew
it
,
and
so
on
.
"
Jack
was
silent
.
He
had
been
puzzled
by
Dodo
's
comparative
reserve
during
the
last
few
days
.
He
felt
as
if
he
had
missed
a
scene
in
a
play
,
that
there
were
certain
things
unexplained
.
He
had
even
gone
so
far
as
to
ask
Dodo
if
anything
was
the
matter
,
an
inquiry
which
she
detested
profoundly
.
She
laid
down
a
universal
rule
on
this
occasion
.
"
Nothing
is
ever
the
matter
,
"
she
had
said
,
"
and
if
it
was
,
my
not
telling
you
would
show
that
I
did
n't
wish
for
sympathy
,
or
help
,
or
anything
else
.
I
tell
you
all
I
want
you
to
know
.
"
"
You
mean
something
is
the
matter
,
and
you
do
n't
want
me
to
know
it
,
"
said
Jack
,
rather
unwisely
.
They
had
been
riding
together
when
this
occurred
,
and
at
that
point
Dodo
had
struck
her
horse
savagely
with
her
whip
,
and
put
an
end
to
the
conversation
by
galloping
furiously
off
.
When
Jack
caught
her
up
she
was
herself
again
,
and
described
how
a
selection
of
Edith
's
dogs
had
kept
the
postman
at
bay
one
morning
,
until
the
unusual
absence
of
barking
and
howling
had
led
their
mistress
to
further
investigations
,
which
were
rewarded
by
finding
the
postman
sitting
in
the
boat-house
,
and
defending
himself
with
the
