!There
are
heaps
of
things
in
me
that
he
does
n't
,
and
shall
never
,
understand
.
"
Thus
she
spoke
before
the
wedding
ceremony
and
the
physical
union
,
before
the
astonishing
glass
shade
had
fallen
that
interposes
between
married
couples
and
the
world
.
She
was
to
keep
her
independence
more
than
do
most
women
as
yet
.
Marriage
was
to
alter
her
fortunes
rather
than
her
character
,
and
she
was
not
far
wrong
in
boasting
that
she
understood
her
future
husband
.
Yet
he
did
alter
her
character
—
a
little
.
There
was
an
unforeseen
surprise
,
a
cessation
of
the
winds
and
odours
of
life
,
a
social
pressure
that
would
have
her
think
conjugally
.
"
So
with
him
,
"
she
continued
.
"
There
are
heaps
of
things
in
him
—
more
especially
things
that
he
does
—
that
will
always
be
hidden
from
me
.
He
has
all
those
public
qualities
which
you
so
despise
and
enable
all
this
—
"
She
waved
her
hand
at
the
landscape
,
which
confirmed
anything
.
"
If
Wilcoxes
had
n't
worked
and
died
in
England
for
thousands
of
years
,
you
and
I
could
n't
sit
here
without
having
our
throats
cut
.
There
would
be
no
trains
,
no
ships
to
carry
us
literary
people
about
in
,
no
fields
even
.
Just
savagery
.
No
—
perhaps
not
even
that
.
Without
their
spirit
life
might
never
have
moved
out
of
protoplasm
.
More
and
more
do
I
refuse
to
draw
my
income
and
sneer
at
those
who
guarantee
it
.
There
are
times
when
it
seems
to
me
—
"
"
And
to
me
,
and
to
all
women
.
So
one
kissed
Paul
.
"
"
That
's
brutal
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
Mine
is
an
absolutely
different
case
.
I
've
thought
things
out
.
"
"
It
makes
no
difference
thinking
things
out
.
They
come
to
the
same
.
"
"
Rubbish
!
"
There
was
a
long
silence
,
during
which
the
tide
returned
into
Poole
Harbour
.
"
One
would
lose
something
,
"
murmured
Helen
,
apparently
to
herself
.
The
water
crept
over
the
mud-flats
towards
the
gorse
and
the
blackened
heather
.
Branksea
Island
lost
its
immense
foreshores
,
and
became
a
sombre
episode
of
trees
.
Frome
was
forced
inward
towards
Dorchester
,
Stour
against
Wimborne
,
Avon
towards
Salisbury
,
and
over
the
immense
displacement
the
sun
presided
,
leading
it
to
triumph
ere
he
sank
to
rest
.
England
was
alive
,
throbbing
through
all
her
estuaries
,
crying
for
joy
through
the
mouths
of
all
her
gulls
,
and
the
north
wind
,
with
contrary
motion
,
blew
stronger
against
her
rising
seas
.
What
did
it
mean
?
For
what
end
are
her
fair
complexities
,
her
changes
of
soil
,
her
sinuous
coast
?
Does
she
belong
to
those
who
have
moulded
her
and
made
her
feared
by
other
lands
,
or
to
those
who
have
added
nothing
to
her
power
,
but
have
somehow
seen
her
,
seen
the
whole
island
at
once
,
lying
as
a
jewel
in
a
silver
sea
,
sailing
as
a
ship
of
souls
,
with
all
the
brave
world
's
fleet
accompanying
her
towards
eternity
?
Chapter
20
Margaret
had
often
wondered
at
the
disturbance
that
takes
place
in
the
world
's
waters
,
when
Love
,
who
seems
so
tiny
a
pebble
,
slips
in
.
Whom
does
Love
concern
beyond
the
beloved
and
the
lover
?
Yet
his
impact
deluges
a
hundred
shores
.
No
doubt
the
disturbance
is
really
the
spirit
of
the
generations
,
welcoming
the
new
generation
,
and
chafing
against
the
ultimate
Fate
,
who
holds
all
the
seas
in
the
palm
of
her
hand
.
But
Love
cannot
understand
this
.
He
cannot
comprehend
another
's
infinity
;
he
is
conscious
only
of
his
own
—
flying
sunbeam
,
falling
rose
,
pebble
that
asks
for
one
quiet
plunge
below
the
fretting
interplay
of
space
and
time
.
He
knows
that
he
will
survive
at
the
end
of
things
,
and
be
gathered
by
Fate
as
a
jewel
from
the
slime
,
and
be
handed
with
admiration
round
the
assembly
of
the
gods
.
"
Men
did
produce
this
,
"
they
will
say
,
and
,
saying
,
they
will
give
men
immortality
.
But
meanwhile
—
what
agitations
meanwhile
!
The
foundations
of
Property
and
Propriety
are
laid
bare
,
twin
rocks
;
Family
Pride
flounders
to
the
surface
,
puffing
and
blowing
,
and
refusing
to
be
comforted
;
Theology
,
vaguely
ascetic
,
gets
up
a
nasty
ground
swell
.
Then
the
lawyers
are
aroused
—
cold
brood
—
and
creep
out
of
their
holes
.
They
do
what
they
can
;
they
tidy
up
Property
and
Propriety
,
reassure
Theology
and
Family
Pride
.
Half-guineas
are
poured
on
the
troubled
waters
,
the
lawyers
creep
back
,
and
,
if
all
has
gone
well
,
Love
joins
one
man
and
woman
together
in
Matrimony
.
Margaret
had
expected
the
disturbance
,
and
was
not
irritated
by
it
.
For
a
sensitive
woman
she
had
steady
nerves
,
and
could
bear
with
the
incongruous
and
the
grotesque
;
and
,
besides
,
there
was
nothing
excessive
about
her
love-affair
.
Good-humour
was
the
dominant
note
of
her
relations
with
Mr.
Wilcox
,
or
,
as
I
must
now
call
him
,
Henry
.
Henry
did
not
encourage
romance
,
and
she
was
no
girl
to
fidget
for
it
.
An
acquaintance
had
become
a
lover
,
might
become
a
husband
,
but
would
retain
all
that
she
had
noted
in
the
acquaintance
;
and
love
must
confirm
an
old
relation
rather
than
reveal
a
new
one
.
In
this
spirit
she
promised
to
marry
him
.
He
was
in
Swanage
on
the
morrow
,
bearing
the
engagement-ring
.
They
greeted
one
another
with
a
hearty
cordiality
that
impressed
Aunt
Juley
.
Henry
dined
at
The
Bays
,
but
he
had
engaged
a
bedroom
in
the
principal
hotel
:
he
was
one
of
those
men
who
knew
the
principal
hotel
by
instinct
.
After
dinner
he
asked
Margaret
if
she
would
n't
care
for
a
turn
on
the
Parade
.
She
accepted
,
and
could
not
repress
a
little
tremor
;
it
would
be
her
first
real
love
scene
.
But
as
she
put
on
her
hat
she
burst
out
laughing
.
Love
was
so
unlike
the
article
served
up
in
books
:
the
joy
,
though
genuine
,
was
different
;
the
mystery
an
unexpected
mystery
.
For
one
thing
,
Mr.
Wilcox
still
seemed
a
stranger
.
For
a
time
they
talked
about
the
ring
;
then
she
said
:
"
Do
you
remember
the
Embankment
at
Chelsea
?
It
ca
n't
be
ten
days
ago
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
laughing
.
"
And
you
and
your
sister
were
head
and
ears
deep
in
some
Quixotic
scheme
.
Ah
well
!
"
"
I
little
thought
then
,
certainly
.
Did
you
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
about
that
;
I
should
n't
like
to
say
.
"
"
Why
,
was
it
earlier
?
"
she
cried
.
"
Did
you
think
of
me
this
way
earlier
!
How
extraordinarily
interesting
,
Henry
!
Tell
me
.
"
But
Henry
had
no
intention
of
telling
.
Perhaps
he
could
not
have
told
,
for
his
mental
states
became
obscure
as
soon
as
he
had
passed
through
them
.
He
misliked
the
very
word
"
interesting
,
"
connoting
it
with
wasted
energy
and
even
with
morbidity
.
Hard
facts
were
enough
for
him
.
"
I
did
n't
think
of
it
,
"
she
pursued
.
"
No
;
when
you
spoke
to
me
in
the
drawing-room
,
that
was
practically
the
first
.
It
was
all
so
different
from
what
it
's
supposed
to
be
.
On
the
stage
,
or
in
books
,
a
proposal
is
—
how
shall
I
put
it
?
—
a
full-blown
affair
,
a
kind
of
bouquet
;
it
loses
its
literal
meaning
.
But
in
life
a
proposal
really
is
a
proposal
—
"
"
By
the
way
—
"
"
—
a
suggestion
,
a
seed
,
"
she
concluded
;
and
the
thought
flew
away
into
darkness
.
"
I
was
thinking
,
if
you
did
n't
mind
,
that
we
ought
to
spend
this
evening
in
a
business
talk
;
there
will
be
so
much
to
settle
.
"
"
I
think
so
too
.
Tell
me
,
in
the
first
place
,
how
did
you
get
on
with
Tibby
?
"
"
With
your
brother
?
"
"
Yes
,
during
cigarettes
.
"
"
Oh
,
very
well
.
"
"
I
am
so
glad
,
"
she
answered
,
a
little
surprised
.
"
What
did
you
talk
about
?
Me
,
presumably
.
"
"
About
Greece
too
.
"
"
Greece
was
a
very
good
card
,
Henry
.
Tibby
's
only
a
boy
still
,
and
one
has
to
pick
and
choose
subjects
a
little
.
Well
done
.
"
"
I
was
telling
him
I
have
shares
in
a
currant-farm
near
Calamata
.
"
What
a
delightful
thing
to
have
shares
in
!
Ca
n't
we
go
there
for
our
honeymoon
?
"
"
What
to
do
?
"
"
To
eat
the
currants
.
And
is
n't
there
marvellous
scenery
?
"
"
Moderately
,
but
it
's
not
the
kind
of
place
one
could
possibly
go
to
with
a
lady
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
No
hotels
.
"
"
Some
ladies
do
without
hotels
.
Are
you
aware
that
Helen
and
I
have
walked
alone
over
the
Apennines
,
with
our
luggage
on
our
backs
?
"
"
I
was
n't
aware
,
and
,
if
I
can
manage
it
,
you
will
never
do
such
a
thing
again
.
"
She
said
more
gravely
:
"
You
have
n't
found
time
for
a
talk
with
Helen
yet
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
No.
"
"
Do
,
before
you
go
.
I
am
so
anxious
you
two
should
be
friends
.
"
"
Your
sister
and
I
have
always
hit
it
off
,
"
he
said
negligently
.
"
But
we
're
drifting
away
from
our
business
.
Let
me
begin
at
the
beginning
.
You
know
that
Evie
is
going
to
marry
Percy
Cahill
.
"
"
Dolly
's
uncle
.
"
"
Exactly
.
The
girl
's
madly
in
love
with
him
.
A
very
good
sort
of
fellow
,
but
he
demands
—
and
rightly
—
a
suitable
provision
with
her
.
And
in
the
second
place
,
you
will
naturally
understand
,
there
is
Charles
.
Before
leaving
town
,
I
wrote
Charles
a
very
careful
letter
.
You
see
,
he
has
an
increasing
family
and
increasing
expenses
,
and
the
I
.
and
W
.
A
.
is
nothing
particular
just
now
,
though
capable
of
development
.
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
murmured
Margaret
,
looking
out
to
sea
,
and
not
understanding
.
"
Charles
being
the
elder
son
,
some
day
Charles
will
have
Howards
End
;
but
I
am
anxious
,
in
my
own
happiness
,
not
to
be
unjust
to
others
.
"
"
Of
course
not
,
"
she
began
,
and
then
gave
a
little
cry
.
"
You
mean
money
.
How
stupid
I
am
!
Of
course
not
!
"
Oddly
enough
,
he
winced
a
little
at
the
word
.
"
Yes
.
Money
,
since
you
put
it
so
frankly
.
I
am
determined
to
be
just
to
all
—
just
to
you
,
just
to
them
.
I
am
determined
that
my
children
shall
have
no
case
against
me
.
"
"
Be
generous
to
them
,
"
she
said
sharply
.
"
Bother
justice
!
"
"
I
am
determined
—
and
have
already
written
to
Charles
to
that
effect
—
"
"
But
how
much
have
you
got
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
How
much
have
you
a
year
?
I
've
six
hundred
.
"
"
My
income
?
"
"
Yes
.
We
must
begin
with
how
much
you
have
,
before
we
can
settle
how
much
you
can
give
Charles
.
Justice
,
and
even
generosity
,
depend
on
that
.
"
"
I
must
say
you
're
a
downright
young
woman
,
"
he
observed
,
patting
her
arm
and
laughing
a
little
.
"
What
a
question
to
spring
on
a
fellow
!
"
"
Do
n't
you
know
your
income
?
Or
do
n't
you
want
to
tell
it
me
?
"
"
I
—
"
"
That
's
all
right
"
—
now
she
patted
him
—
"
do
n't
tell
me
.
I
do
n't
want
to
know
.
I
can
do
the
sum
just
as
well
by
proportion
.
Divide
your
income
into
ten
parts
.
How
many
parts
would
you
give
to
Evie
,
how
many
to
Charles
,
how
many
to
Paul
?
"
"
The
fact
is
,
my
dear
,
I
had
n't
any
intention
of
bothering
you
with
details
.
I
only
wanted
to
let
you
know
that
—
well
,
that
something
must
be
done
for
the
others
,
and
you
've
understood
me
perfectly
,
so
let
's
pass
on
to
the
next
point
.
"
"
Yes
,
we
've
settled
that
,
"
said
Margaret
,
undisturbed
by
his
strategic
blunderings
.
"
Go
ahead
;
give
away
all
you
can
,
bearing
in
mind
I
've
a
clear
six
hundred
.
What
a
mercy
it
is
to
have
all
this
money
about
one
!
"
"
We
've
none
too
much
,
I
assure
you
;
you
're
marrying
a
poor
man
.
"
Helen
would
n't
agree
with
me
here
,
"
she
continued
.
"
Helen
dare
n't
slang
the
rich
,
being
rich
herself
,
but
she
would
like
to
.
There
's
an
odd
notion
,
that
I
have
n't
yet
got
hold
of
,
running
about
at
the
back
of
her
brain
,
that
poverty
is
somehow
'
real
.
'
She
dislikes
all
organization
,
and
probably
confuses
wealth
with
the
technique
of
wealth
.
Sovereigns
in
a
stocking
would
n't
bother
her
;
cheques
do
.
Helen
is
too
relentless
.
One
ca
n't
deal
in
her
high-handed
manner
with
the
world
.
"
"
There
's
this
other
point
,
and
then
I
must
go
back
to
my
hotel
and
write
some
letters
.
What
's
to
be
done
now
about
the
house
in
Ducie
Street
?
"
"
Keep
it
on
—
at
least
,
it
depends
.
When
do
you
want
to
marry
me
?
"
She
raised
her
voice
,
as
too
often
,
and
some
youths
,
who
were
also
taking
the
evening
air
,
overheard
her
.
"
Getting
a
bit
hot
,
eh
?
"
said
one
.
Mr.
Wilcox
turned
on
them
,
and
said
sharply
,
"
I
say
!
"
There
was
silence
.
"
Take
care
I
do
n't
report
you
to
the
police
.
"
They
moved
away
quietly
enough
,
but
were
only
biding
their
time
,
and
the
rest
of
the
conversation
was
punctuated
by
peals
of
ungovernable
laughter
.
Lowering
his
voice
and
infusing
a
hint
of
reproof
into
it
,
he
said
:
"
Evie
will
probably
be
married
in
September
.
We
could
scarcely
think
of
anything
before
then
.
"
"
The
earlier
the
nicer
,
Henry
.
Females
are
not
supposed
to
say
such
things
,
but
the
earlier
the
nicer
.
"
"
How
about
September
for
us
too
?
"
he
asked
,
rather
dryly
.
"
Right
.
Shall
we
go
into
Ducie
Street
ourselves
in
September
?
Or
shall
we
try
to
bounce
Helen
and
Tibby
into
it
?
That
's
rather
an
idea
.
They
are
so
unbusinesslike
,
we
could
make
them
do
anything
by
judicious
management
.
Look
here
—
yes
.
We
'll
do
that
.
And
we
ourselves
could
live
at
Howards
End
or
Shropshire
.
"
He
blew
out
his
cheeks
.
"
Heavens
!
how
you
women
do
fly
round
!
My
head
's
in
a
whirl
.
Point
by
point
,
Margaret
.
Howards
End
's
impossible
.
I
let
it
to
Hamar
Bryce
on
a
three
years
'
agreement
last
March
.
Do
n't
you
remember
?
Oniton
.
Well
,
that
is
much
,
much
too
far
away
to
rely
on
entirely
.
You
will
be
able
to
be
down
there
entertaining
a
certain
amount
,
but
we
must
have
a
house
within
easy
reach
of
Town
.
Only
Ducie
Street
has
huge
drawbacks
.
There
's
a
mews
behind
.
"
Margaret
could
not
help
laughing
.
It
was
the
first
she
had
heard
of
the
mews
behind
Ducie
Street
.
When
she
was
a
possible
tenant
it
had
suppressed
itself
,
not
consciously
,
but
automatically
.
The
breezy
Wilcox
manner
,
though
genuine
,
lacked
the
clearness
of
vision
that
is
imperative
for
truth
.
When
Henry
lived
in
Ducie
Street
he
remembered
the
mews
;
when
he
tried
to
let
he
forgot
it
;
and
if
anyone
had
remarked
that
the
mews
must
be
either
there
or
not
,
he
would
have
felt
annoyed
,
and
afterwards
have
found
some
opportunity
of
stigmatizing
the
speaker
as
academic
.
So
does
my
grocer
stigmatize
me
when
I
complain
of
the
quality
of
his
sultanas
,
and
he
answers
in
one
breath
that
they
are
the
best
sultanas
,
and
how
can
I
expect
the
best
sultanas
at
that
price
?
It
is
a
flaw
inherent
in
the
business
mind
,
and
Margaret
may
do
well
to
be
tender
to
it
,
considering
all
that
the
business
mind
has
done
for
England
.
"
Yes
,
in
summer
especially
,
the
mews
is
a
serious
nuisance
.
The
smoking
room
,
too
,
is
an
abominable
little
den
.
The
house
opposite
has
been
taken
by
operatic
people
.
Ducie
Street
's
going
down
,
it
's
my
private
opinion
.
"
"
How
sad
!
It
's
only
a
few
years
since
they
built
those
pretty
houses
.
"
"
Shows
things
are
moving
.
Good
for
trade
.
"
"
I
hate
this
continual
flux
of
London
.
It
is
an
epitome
of
us
at
our
worst
—
eternal
formlessness
;
all
the
qualities
,
good
,
bad
,
and
indifferent
,
streaming
away
—
streaming
,
streaming
for
ever
.
That
's
why
I
dread
it
so
.
I
mistrust
rivers
,
even
in
scenery
.
Now
,
the
sea
—
"
"
High
tide
,
yes
.
"
"
Hoy
toid
"
—
from
the
promenading
youths
.
"
And
these
are
the
men
to
whom
we
give
the
vote
,
"
observed
Mr.
Wilcox
,
omitting
to
add
that
they
were
also
the
men
to
whom
he
gave
work
as
clerks
—
work
that
scarcely
encouraged
them
to
grow
into
other
men
.
"
However
,
they
have
their
own
lives
and
interests
.
Let
's
get
on
.
"
He
turned
as
he
spoke
,
and
prepared
to
see
her
back
to
The
Bays
.
The
business
was
over
.
His
hotel
was
in
the
opposite
direction
,
and
if
he
accompanied
her
his
letters
would
be
late
for
the
post
.
She
implored
him
not
to
come
,
but
he
was
obdurate
.
"
A
nice
beginning
,
if
your
aunt
saw
you
slip
in
alone
!
"
"
But
I
always
do
go
about
alone
.
Considering
I
've
walked
over
the
Apennines
,
it
's
common
sense
.
You
will
make
me
so
angry
.
I
do
n't
the
least
take
it
as
a
compliment
.
"
He
laughed
,
and
lit
a
cigar
.
"
It
is
n't
meant
as
a
compliment
,
my
dear
.
I
just
wo
n't
have
you
going
about
in
the
dark
.
Such
people
about
too
!
It
's
dangerous
.
"
"
Ca
n't
I
look
after
myself
?
I
do
wish
—
"
"
Come
along
,
Margaret
;
no
wheedling
.
"
A
younger
woman
might
have
resented
his
masterly
ways
,
but
Margaret
had
too
firm
a
grip
of
life
to
make
a
fuss
.
She
was
,
in
her
own
way
,
as
masterly
.
If
he
was
a
fortress
she
was
a
mountain
peak
,
whom
all
might
tread
,
but
whom
the
snows
made
nightly
virginal
.
Disdaining
the
heroic
outfit
,
excitable
in
her
methods
,
garrulous
,
episodical
,
shrill
,
she
misled
her
lover
much
as
she
had
misled
her
aunt
.
He
mistook
her
fertility
for
weakness
.
He
supposed
her
"
as
clever
as
they
make
'
em
,
"
but
no
more
,
not
realizing
that
she
was
penetrating
to
the
depths
of
his
soul
,
and
approving
of
what
she
found
there
.
And
if
insight
were
sufficient
,
if
the
inner
life
were
the
whole
of
life
,
their
happiness
has
been
assured
.
They
walked
ahead
briskly
.
The
parade
and
the
road
after
it
were
well
lighted
,
but
it
was
darker
in
Aunt
Juley
's
garden
.
As
they
were
going
up
by
the
side-paths
,
through
some
rhododendrons
,
Mr.
Wilcox
,
who
was
in
front
,
said
"
Margaret
"
rather
huskily
,
turned
,
dropped
his
cigar
,
and
took
her
in
his
arms
.
She
was
startled
,
and
nearly
screamed
,
but
recovered
herself
at
once
,
and
kissed
with
genuine
love
the
lips
that
were
pressed
against
her
own
.
It
was
their
first
kiss
,
and
when
it
was
over
he
saw
her
safely
to
the
door
and
rang
the
bell
for
her
,
but
disappeared
into
the
night
before
the
maid
answered
it
.
On
looking
back
,
the
incident
displeased
her
.
It
was
so
isolated
.
Nothing
in
their
previous
conversation
had
heralded
it
,
and
,
worse
still
,
no
tenderness
had
ensued
.
If
a
man
cannot
lead
up
to
passion
he
can
at
all
events
lead
down
from
it
,
and
she
had
hoped
,
after
her
complaisance
,
for
some
interchange
of
gentle
words
.
But
he
had
hurried
away
as
if
ashamed
,
and
for
an
instant
she
was
reminded
of
Helen
and
Paul
.
Chapter
21
Charles
had
just
been
scolding
his
Dolly
.
She
deserved
the
scolding
,
and
had
bent
before
it
,
but
her
head
,
though
bloody
,
was
unsubdued
,
and
her
chirrupings
began
to
mingle
with
his
retreating
thunder
.
"
You
've
woken
the
baby
.
I
knew
you
would
.
(
Rum-ti-foo
,
Rackety-tackety
Tompkin
!
)
I
'm
not
responsible
for
what
Uncle
Percy
does
,
nor
for
anybody
else
or
anything
,
so
there
!
"
"
Who
asked
him
while
I
was
away
?
Who
asked
my
sister
down
to
meet
him
?
Who
sent
them
out
in
the
motor
day
after
day
?
"
"
Charles
,
that
reminds
me
of
some
poem
.
"
"
Does
it
indeed
?
We
shall
all
be
dancing
to
a
very
different
music
presently
.
Miss
Schlegel
has
fairly
got
us
on
toast
.
"
"
I
could
simply
scratch
that
woman
's
eyes
out
,
and
to
say
it
's
my
fault
is
most
unfair
.
"
"
It
's
your
fault
,
and
five
months
ago
you
admitted
it
.
"
"
I
did
n't
.
"
"
You
did
.
"
"
Tootle
,
tootle
,
playing
on
the
pootle
!
"
exclaimed
Dolly
,
suddenly
devoting
herself
to
the
child
.
"
It
's
all
very
well
to
turn
the
conversation
,
but
Father
would
never
have
dreamt
of
marrying
as
long
as
Evie
was
there
to
make
him
comfortable
.
But
you
must
needs
start
match-making
.
Besides
,
Cahill
's
too
old
.
"
"
Of
course
,
if
you
're
going
to
be
rude
to
Uncle
Percy
—
"
"
Miss
Schlegel
always
meant
to
get
hold
of
Howards
End
,
and
,
thanks
to
you
,
she
's
got
it
.
"
"
I
call
the
way
you
twist
things
round
and
make
them
hang
together
most
unfair
.
You
could
n't
have
been
nastier
if
you
'd
caught
me
flirting
.
Could
he
,
diddums
?
"
"
We
're
in
a
bad
hole
,
and
must
make
the
best
of
it
.
I
shall
answer
the
pater
's
letter
civilly
.
He
's
evidently
anxious
to
do
the
decent
thing
.
But
I
do
not
intend
to
forget
these
Schlegels
in
a
hurry
.
As
long
as
they
're
on
their
best
behaviour
—
Dolly
,
are
you
listening
?
—
we
'll
behave
,
too
.
But
if
I
find
them
giving
themselves
airs
,
or
monopolizing
my
father
,
or
at
all
ill-treating
him
,
or
worrying
him
with
their
artistic
beastliness
,
I
intend
to
put
my
foot
down
,
yes
,
firmly
.
Taking
my
mother
's
place
!
Heaven
knows
what
poor
old
Paul
will
say
when
the
news
reaches
him
.
"
The
interlude
closes
.
It
has
taken
place
in
Charles
's
garden
at
Hilton
.
He
and
Dolly
are
sitting
in
deck-chairs
,
and
their
motor
is
regarding
them
placidly
from
its
garage
across
the
lawn
.
A
short-frocked
edition
of
Charles
also
regards
them
placidly
;
a
perambulator
edition
is
squeaking
;
a
third
edition
is
expected
shortly
.
Nature
is
turning
out
Wilcoxes
in
this
peaceful
abode
,
so
that
they
may
inherit
the
earth
.
Chapter
22
Margaret
greeted
her
lord
with
peculiar
tenderness
on
the
morrow
.
Mature
as
he
was
,
she
might
yet
be
able
to
help
him
to
the
building
of
the
rainbow
bridge
that
should
connect
the
prose
in
us
with
the
passion
.
Without
it
we
are
meaningless
fragments
,
half
monks
,
half
beasts
,
unconnected
arches
that
have
never
joined
into
a
man
.
With
it
love
is
born
,
and
alights
on
the
highest
curve
,
glowing
against
the
grey
,
sober
against
the
fire
.
Happy
the
man
who
sees
from
either
aspect
the
glory
of
these
outspread
wings
.
The
roads
of
his
soul
lie
clear
,
and
he
and
his
friends
shall
find
easy-going
.
It
was
hard-going
in
the
roads
of
Mr.
Wilcox
's
soul
.
From
boyhood
he
had
neglected
them
.
"
I
am
not
a
fellow
who
bothers
about
my
own
inside
.
"
Outwardly
he
was
cheerful
,
reliable
,
and
brave
;
but
within
,
all
had
reverted
to
chaos
,
ruled
,
so
far
as
it
was
ruled
at
all
,
by
an
incomplete
asceticism
.
Whether
as
boy
,
husband
,
or
widower
,
he
had
always
the
sneaking
belief
that
bodily
passion
is
bad
,
a
belief
that
is
desirable
only
when
held
passionately
.
Religion
had
confirmed
him
.
The
words
that
were
read
aloud
on
Sunday
to
him
and
to
other
respectable
men
were
the
words
that
had
once
kindled
the
souls
of
St.
Catharine
and
St.
Francis
into
a
white-hot
hatred
of
the
carnal
.
He
could-not
be
as
the
saints
and
love
the
Infinite
with
a
seraphic
ardour
,
but
he
could
be
a
little
ashamed
of
loving
a
wife
.
"
Amabat
,
amare
timebat
.
"
And
it
was
here
that
Margaret
hoped
to
help
him
.
It
did
not
seem
so
difficult
.
She
need
trouble
him
with
no
gift
of
her
own
.
She
would
only
point
out
the
salvation
that
was
latent
in
his
own
soul
,
and
in
the
soul
of
every
man
.
Only
connect
!
That
was
the
whole
of
her
sermon
.
Only
connect
the
prose
and
the
passion
,
and
both
will
be
exalted
,
and
human
love
will
be
seen
at
its
height
.
Live
in
fragments
no
longer
.
Only
connect
,
and
the
beast
and
the
monk
,
robbed
of
the
isolation
that
is
life
to
either
,
will
die
.
Nor
was
the
message
difficult
to
give
.
It
need
not
take
the
form
of
a
good
"
talking
.
"
By
quiet
indications
the
bridge
would
be
built
and
span
their
lives
with
beauty
.
But
she
failed
.
For
there
was
one
quality
in
Henry
for
which
she
was
never
prepared
,
however
much
she
reminded
herself
of
it
:
his
obtuseness
.
He
simply
did
not
notice
things
,
and
there
was
no
more
to
be
said
.
He
never
noticed
that
Helen
and
Frieda
were
hostile
,
or
that
Tibby
was
not
interested
in
currant
plantations
;
he
never
noticed
the
lights
and
shades
that
exist
in
the
grayest
conversation
,
the
finger-posts
,
the
milestones
,
the
collisions
,
the
illimitable
views
.
Once
—
on
another
occasion
—
she
scolded
him
about
it
.
He
was
puzzled
,
but
replied
with
a
laugh
:
"
My
motto
is
Concentrate
.
I
've
no
intention
of
frittering
away
my
strength
on
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
"
It
is
n't
frittering
away
the
strength
,
"
she
protested
.
"
It
's
enlarging
the
space
in
which
you
may
be
strong
.
"
He
answered
:
"
You
're
a
clever
little
woman
,
but
my
motto
's
Concentrate
.
"
And
this
morning
he
concentrated
with
a
vengeance
.
They
met
in
the
rhododendrons
of
yesterday
.
In
the
daylight
the
bushes
were
inconsiderable
and
the
path
was
bright
in
the
morning
sun
.
She
was
with
Helen
,
who
had
been
ominously
quiet
since
the
affair
was
settled
.
"
Here
we
all
are
!
"
she
cried
,
and
took
him
by
one
hand
,
retaining
her
sister
's
in
the
other
.
"
Here
we
are
.
Good-morning
,
Helen
.
"
Helen
replied
,
"
Good-morning
,
Mr.
Wilcox
.
"
"
Henry
,
she
has
had
such
a
nice
letter
from
the
queer
,
cross
boy
—
Do
you
remember
him
?
He
had
a
sad
moustache
,
but
the
back
of
his
head
was
young
.
"
"
I
have
had
a
letter
too
.
Not
a
nice
one
—
I
want
to
talk
it
over
with
you
:
"
for
Leonard
Bast
was
nothing
to
him
now
that
she
had
given
him
her
word
;
the
triangle
of
sex
was
broken
for
ever
.
"
Thanks
to
your
hint
,
he
's
clearing
out
of
the
Porphyrion
.
"
"
Not
a
bad
business
that
Porphyrion
,
"
he
said
absently
,
as
he
took
his
own
letter
out
of
his
pocket
.
"
Not
a
bad
—
"
she
exclaimed
,
dropping
his
hand
.
"
Surely
,
on
Chelsea
Embankment
—
"
"
Here
's
our
hostess
.
Good-morning
,
Mrs.
Munt
.
Fine
rhododendrons
.
Good
morning
,
Frau
Liesecke
;
we
manage
to
grow
flowers
in
England
,
do
n't
we
?
"
"
Not
a
bad
business
?
"
"
No.
My
letter
's
about
Howards
End
.
Bryce
has
been
ordered
abroad
,
and
wants
to
sublet
it
.
I
am
far
from
sure
that
I
shall
give
him
permission
.
There
was
no
clause
in
the
agreement
.
In
my
opinion
,
subletting
is
a
mistake
.
If
he
can
find
me
another
tenant
,
whom
I
consider
suitable
,
I
may
cancel
the
agreement
.
Morning
,
Schlegel
.
Do
n't
you
think
that
's
better
than
subletting
?
"
Helen
had
dropped
her
hand
now
,
and
he
had
steered
her
past
the
whole
party
to
the
seaward
side
of
the
house
.
Beneath
them
was
the
bourgeois
little
bay
,
which
must
have
yearned
all
through
the
centuries
for
just
such
a
watering-place
as
Swanage
to
be
built
on
its
margin
.
The
waves
were
colourless
,
and
the
Bournemouth
steamer
gave
a
further
touch
of
insipidity
,
drawn
up
against
the
pier
and
hooting
wildly
for
excursionists
.
"
When
there
is
a
sublet
I
find
that
damage
—
"
"
Do
excuse
me
,
but
about
the
Porphyrion
.
I
do
n't
feel
easy
—
might
I
just
bother
you
,
Henry
?
"
Her
manner
was
so
serious
that
he
stopped
,
and
asked
her
a
little
sharply
what
she
wanted
.
"
You
said
on
Chelsea
Embankment
,
surely
,
that
it
was
a
bad
concern
,
so
we
advised
this
clerk
to
clear
out
.
He
writes
this
morning
that
he
's
taken
our
advice
,
and
now
you
say
it
's
not
a
bad
concern
.
"
"
A
clerk
who
clears
out
of
any
concern
,
good
or
bad
,
without
securing
a
berth
somewhere
else
first
,
is
a
fool
,
and
I
've
no
pity
for
him
.
"
"
He
has
not
done
that
.
He
's
going
into
a
bank
in
Camden
Town
,
he
says
.
The
salary
's
much
lower
,
but
he
hopes
to
manage
—
a
branch
of
Dempster
's
Bank
.
Is
that
all
right
?
"
"
Dempster
!
My
goodness
me
,
yes
.
"
"
More
right
than
the
Porphyrion
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
;
safe
as
houses
—
safer
.
"
"
Very
many
thanks
.
I
'm
sorry
—
if
you
sublet
—
?
"
"
If
he
sublets
,
I
sha
n't
have
the
same
control
.
In
theory
there
should
be
no
more
damage
done
at
Howards
End
;
in
practice
there
will
be
.
Things
may
be
done
for
which
no
money
can
compensate
.
For
instance
,
I
should
n't
want
that
fine
wych-elm
spoilt
.
It
hangs
—
Margaret
,
we
must
go
and
see
the
old
place
some
time
.
It
's
pretty
in
its
way
.
We
'll
motor
down
and
have
lunch
with
Charles
.
"
"
I
should
enjoy
that
,
"
said
Margaret
bravely
.
"
What
about
next
Wednesday
?
"
"
Wednesday
?
No
,
I
could
n't
well
do
that
.
Aunt
Juley
expects
us
to
stop
here
another
week
at
least
.
"
"
But
you
can
give
that
up
now
.
"
"
Er
—
no
,
"
said
Margaret
,
after
a
moment
's
thought
.
"
Oh
,
that
'll
be
all
right
.
I
'll
speak
to
her
.
"
"
This
visit
is
a
high
solemnity
.
My
aunt
counts
on
it
year
after
year
.
She
turns
the
house
upside
down
for
us
;
she
invites
our
special
friends
—
she
scarcely
knows
Frieda
,
and
we
ca
n't
leave
her
on
her
hands
.
I
missed
one
day
,
and
she
would
be
so
hurt
if
I
did
n't
stay
the
full
ten
.
"
"
But
I
'll
say
a
word
to
her
.
Do
n't
you
bother
.
"
"
Henry
,
I
wo
n't
go
.
Do
n't
bully
me
.
"
"
You
want
to
see
the
house
,
though
?
"
"
Very
much
—
I
've
heard
so
much
about
it
,
one
way
or
the
other
.
Are
n't
there
pigs
'
teeth
in
the
wych-elm
?
"
"
Pigs
'
teeth
?
"
"
And
you
chew
the
bark
for
toothache
.
"
"
What
a
rum
notion
!
Of
course
not
!
"
"
Perhaps
I
have
confused
it
with
some
other
tree
.
There
are
still
a
great
number
of
sacred
trees
in
England
,
it
seems
.
"
But
he
left
her
to
intercept
Mrs.
Munt
,
whose
voice
could
be
heard
in
the
distance
:
to
be
intercepted
himself
by
Helen
.
"
Oh
,
Mr.
Wilcox
,
about
the
Porphyrion
—
"
she
began
,
and
went
scarlet
all
over
her
face
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
"
called
Margaret
,
catching
them
up
.
"
Dempster
's
Bank
's
better
.
"
"
But
I
think
you
told
us
the
Porphyrion
was
bad
,
and
would
smash
before
Christmas
.
"
"
Did
I
?
It
was
still
outside
the
Tariff
Ring
,
and
had
to
take
rotten
policies
.
Lately
it
came
in
—
safe
as
houses
now
.
"
"
In
other
words
,
Mr.
Bast
need
never
have
left
it
.
"
"
No
,
the
fellow
need
n't
.
"
"
—
and
need
n't
have
started
life
elsewhere
at
a
greatly
reduced
salary
.
"
"
He
only
says
'
reduced
,
'
"
corrected
Margaret
,
seeing
trouble
ahead
.
"
With
a
man
so
poor
,
every
reduction
must
be
great
.
I
consider
it
a
deplorable
misfortune
.
"
Mr.
Wilcox
,
intent
on
his
business
with
Mrs.
Munt
,
was
going
steadily
on
,
but
the
last
remark
made
him
say
:
"
What
?
What
's
that
?
Do
you
mean
that
I
'm
responsible
?
"
"
You
're
ridiculous
,
Helen
.
"
"
You
seem
to
think
—
"
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Let
me
explain
the
point
to
you
.
It
is
like
this
.
You
seem
to
assume
,
when
a
business
concern
is
conducting
a
delicate
negotiation
,
it
ought
to
keep
the
public
informed
stage
by
stage
.
The
Porphyrion
,
according
to
you
,
was
bound
to
say
,
'
I
am
trying
all
I
can
to
get
into
the
Tariff
Ring
.
I
am
not
sure
that
I
shall
succeed
,
but
it
is
the
only
thing
that
will
save
me
from
insolvency
,
and
I
am
trying
.
'
My
dear
Helen
—
"
"
Is
that
your
point
?
A
man
who
had
little
money
has
less
—
that
's
mine
.
"
"
I
am
grieved
for
your
clerk
.
But
it
is
all
in
the
day
's
work
.
It
's
part
of
the
battle
of
life
.
"
"
A
man
who
had
little
money
,
"
she
repeated
,
"
has
less
,
owing
to
us
.
Under
these
circumstances
I
do
not
consider
'
the
battle
of
life
'
a
happy
expression
.
"
"
Oh
come
,
come
!
"
he
protested
pleasantly
.
"
You
're
not
to
blame
.
No
one
's
to
blame
.
"
"
Is
no
one
to
blame
for
anything
?
"
"
I
would
n't
say
that
,
but
you
're
taking
it
far
too
seriously
.
Who
is
this
fellow
?
"
"
We
have
told
you
about
the
fellow
twice
already
,
"
said
Helen
.
"
You
have
even
met
the
fellow
.
He
is
very
poor
and
his
wife
is
an
extravagant
imbecile
.
He
is
capable
of
better
things
.
We
—
we
,
the
upper
classes
—
thought
we
would
help
him
from
the
height
of
our
superior
knowledge
—
and
here
's
the
result
!
"
He
raised
his
finger
.
"
Now
,
a
word
of
advice
.
"
"
I
require
no
more
advice
.
"
"
A
word
of
advice
.
Do
n't
take
up
that
sentimental
attitude
over
the
poor
.
See
that
she
does
n't
,
Margaret
.
The
poor
are
poor
,
and
one
's
sorry
for
them
,
but
there
it
is
.
As
civilization
moves
forward
,
the
shoe
is
bound
to
pinch
in
places
,
and
it
's
absurd
to
pretend
that
anyone
is
responsible
personally
.
Neither
you
,
nor
I
,
nor
my
informant
,
nor
the
man
who
informed
him
,
nor
the
directors
of
the
Porphyrion
,
are
to
blame
for
this
clerk
's
loss
of
salary
.
It
's
just
the
shoe
pinching
—
no
one
can
help
it
;
and
it
might
easily
have
been
worse
.
"
Helen
quivered
with
indignation
.
"
By
all
means
subscribe
to
charities
—
subscribe
to
them
largely
—
but
do
n't
get
carried
away
by
absurd
schemes
of
Social
Reform
.
I
see
a
good
deal
behind
the
scenes
,
and
you
can
take
it
from
me
that
there
is
no
Social
Question
—
except
for
a
few
journalists
who
try
to
get
a
living
out
of
the
phrase
.
There
are
just
rich
and
poor
,
as
there
always
have
been
and
always
will
be
.
Point
me
out
a
time
when
men
have
been
equal
—
"
"
I
did
n't
say
—
"
"
Point
me
out
a
time
when
desire
for
equality
has
made
them
happier
.
No
,
no.
You
ca
n't
.
There
always
have
been
rich
and
poor
.
I
'm
no
fatalist
.
Heaven
forbid
!
But
our
civilization
is
moulded
by
great
impersonal
forces
"
(
his
voice
grew
complacent
;
it
always
did
when
he
eliminated
the
personal
)
,
"
and
there
always
will
be
rich
and
poor
.
You
ca
n't
deny
it
"
(
and
now
it
was
a
respectful
voice
)
—
"
and
you
ca
n't
deny
that
,
in
spite
of
all
,
the
tendency
of
civilization
has
on
the
whole
been
upward
.
"
"
Owing
to
God
,
I
suppose
,
"
flashed
Helen
.
He
stared
at
her
.
"
You
grab
the
dollars
.
God
does
the
rest
.
"
It
was
no
good
instructing
the
girl
if
she
was
going
to
talk
about
God
in
that
neurotic
modern
way
.
Fraternal
to
the
last
,
he
left
her
for
the
quieter
company
of
Mrs.
Munt
.
He
thought
,
"
She
rather
reminds
me
of
Dolly
.
"
Helen
looked
out
at
the
sea
.
"
Do
n't
even
discuss
political
economy
with
Henry
,
"
advised
her
sister
.
"
It
'll
only
end
in
a
cry
.
"
"
But
he
must
be
one
of
those
men
who
have
reconciled
science
with
religion
,
"
said
Helen
slowly
.
"
I
do
n't
like
those
men
.
They
are
scientific
themselves
,
and
talk
of
the
survival
of
the
fittest
,
and
cut
down
the
salaries
of
their
clerks
,
and
stunt
the
independence
of
all
who
may
menace
their
comfort
,
but
yet
they
believe
that
somehow
good
—
and
it
is
always
that
sloppy
'
somehow
'
—
will
be
the
outcome
,
and
that
in
some
mystical
way
the
Mr.
Basts
of
the
future
will
benefit
because
the
Mr.
Basts
of
today
are
in
pain
.
"
"
He
is
such
a
man
in
theory
.
But
oh
,
Helen
,
in
theory
!
"
"
But
oh
,
Meg
,
what
a
theory
!
"
"
Why
should
you
put
things
so
bitterly
,
dearie
?
"
"
Because
I
'm
an
old
maid
,
"
said
Helen
,
biting
her
lip
.
"
I
ca
n't
think
why
I
go
on
like
this
myself
.
"
She
shook
off
her
sister
's
hand
and
went
into
the
house
.
Margaret
,
distressed
at
the
day
's
beginning
,
followed
the
Bournemouth
steamer
with
her
eyes
.
She
saw
that
Helen
's
nerves
were
exasperated
by
the
unlucky
Bast
business
beyond
the
bounds
of
politeness
.
There
might
at
any
minute
be
a
real
explosion
,
which
even
Henry
would
notice
.
Henry
must
be
removed
.
"
Margaret
!
"
her
aunt
called
.
"
Magsy
!
It
is
n't
true
,
surely
,
what
Mr.
Wilcox
says
,
that
you
want
to
go
away
early
next
week
?
"
"
Not
'
want
,
'
"
was
Margaret
's
prompt
reply
;
"
but
there
is
so
much
to
be
settled
,
and
I
do
want
to
see
the
Charles
'
.
"
"
But
going
away
without
taking
the
Weymouth
trip
,
or
even
the
Lulworth
?
"
said
Mrs.
Munt
,
coming
nearer
.
"
Without
going
once
more
up
Nine
Barrows
Down
?
"
"
I
'm
afraid
so
.
"
Mr.
Wilcox
rejoined
her
with
,
"
Good
!
I
did
the
breaking
of
the
ice
.
"
A
wave
of
tenderness
came
over
her
.
She
put
a
hand
on
either
shoulder
,
and
looked
deeply
into
the
black
,
bright
eyes
.
What
was
behind
their
competent
stare
?
She
knew
,
but
was
not
disquieted
.
Chapter
23
Margaret
had
no
intention
of
letting
things
slide
,
and
the
evening
before
she
left
Swanage
she
gave
her
sister
a
thorough
scolding
.
She
censured
her
,
not
for
disapproving
of
the
engagement
,
but
for
throwing
over
her
disapproval
a
veil
of
mystery
.
Helen
was
equally
frank
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
with
the
air
of
one
looking
inwards
,
"
there
is
a
mystery
.
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
It
's
not
my
fault
.
It
's
the
way
life
has
been
made
.
"
Helen
in
those
days
was
over-interested
in
the
subconscious
self
.
She
exaggerated
the
Punch
and
Judy
aspect
of
life
,
and
spoke
of
mankind
as
puppets
,
whom
an
invisible
showman
twitches
into
love
and
war
.
Margaret
pointed
out
that
if
she
dwelt
on
this
she
,
too
,
would
eliminate
the
personal
.
Helen
was
silent
for
a
minute
,
and
then
burst
into
a
queer
speech
,
which
cleared
the
air
.
"
Go
on
and
marry
him
.
I
think
you
're
splendid
;
and
if
anyone
can
pull
it
off
,
you
will
.
"
Margaret
denied
that
there
was
anything
to
"
pull
off
,
"
but
she
continued
:
"
Yes
,
there
is
,
and
I
was
n't
up
to
it
with
Paul
.
I
can
only
do
what
's
easy
.
I
can
only
entice
and
be
enticed
.
I
ca
n't
,
and
wo
n't
attempt
difficult
relations
.
If
I
marry
,
it
will
either
be
a
man
who
's
strong
enough
to
boss
me
or
whom
I
'm
strong
enough
to
boss
.
So
I
sha
n't
ever
marry
,
for
there
are
n't
such
men
.
And
Heaven
help
any
one
whom
I
do
marry
,
for
I
shall
certainly
run
away
from
him
before
you
can
say
'
Jack
Robinson
.
'
There
!
Because
I
'm
uneducated
.
But
you
,
you
're
different
;
you
're
a
heroine
.
"
"
Oh
,
Helen
!
Am
I
?
Will
it
be
as
dreadful
for
poor
Henry
as
all
that
?
"
"
You
mean
to
keep
proportion
,
and
that
's
heroic
,
it
's
Greek
,
and
I
do
n't
see
why
it
should
n't
succeed
with
you
.
Go
on
and
fight
with
him
and
help
him
.
Do
n't
ask
me
for
help
,
or
even
for
sympathy
.
Henceforward
I
'm
going
my
own
way
.
I
mean
to
be
thorough
,
because
thoroughness
is
easy
.
I
mean
to
dislike
your
husband
,
and
to
tell
him
so
.
I
mean
to
make
no
concessions
to
Tibby
.
If
Tibby
wants
to
live
with
me
,
he
must
lump
me
.
I
mean
to
love
you
more
than
ever
.
Yes
,
I
do
.
You
and
I
have
built
up
something
real
,
because
it
is
purely
spiritual
.
There
's
no
veil
of
mystery
over
us
.
Unreality
and
mystery
begin
as
soon
as
one
touches
the
body
.
The
popular
view
is
,
as
usual
,
exactly
the
wrong
one
.
Our
bothers
are
over
tangible
things
—
money
,
husbands
,
house-hunting
.
But
Heaven
will
work
of
itself
.
"
Margaret
was
grateful
for
this
expression
of
affection
,
and
answered
,
"
Perhaps
.
"
All
vistas
close
in
the
unseen
—
no
one
doubts
it
—
but
Helen
closed
them
rather
too
quickly
for
her
taste
.
At
every
turn
of
speech
one
was
confronted
with
reality
and
the
absolute
.
Perhaps
Margaret
grew
too
old
for
metaphysics
,
perhaps
Henry
was
weaning
her
from
them
,
but
she
felt
that
there
was
something
a
little
unbalanced
in
the
mind
that
so
readily
shreds
the
visible
.
The
business
man
who
assumes
that
this
life
is
everything
,
and
the
mystic
who
asserts
that
it
is
nothing
,
fail
,
on
this
side
and
on
that
,
to
hit
the
truth
.
"
Yes
,
I
see
,
dear
;
it
's
about
halfway
between
,
"
Aunt
Juley
had
hazarded
in
earlier
years
.
No
;
truth
,
being
alive
,
was
not
halfway
between
anything
.
It
was
only
to
be
found
by
continuous
excursions
into
either
realm
,
and
though
proportion
is
the
final
secret
,
to
espouse
it
at
the
outset
is
to
insure
sterility
.
Helen
,
agreeing
here
,
disagreeing
there
,
would
have
talked
till
midnight
,
but
Margaret
,
with
her
packing
to
do
,
focussed
the
conversation
on
Henry
.
She
might
abuse
Henry
behind
his
back
,
but
please
would
she
always
,
be
civil
to
him
in
company
?
"
I
definitely
dislike
him
,
but
I
'll
do
what
I
can
,
"
promised
Helen
.
"
Do
what
you
can
with
my
friends
in
return
.
"
This
conversation
made
Margaret
easier
.
Their
inner
life
was
so
safe
that
they
could
bargain
over
externals
in
a
way
that
would
have
been
incredible
to
Aunt
Juley
,
and
impossible
for
Tibby
or
Charles
.
There
are
moments
when
the
inner
life
actually
"
pays
,
"
when
years
of
self-scrutiny
,
conducted
for
no
ulterior
motive
,
are
suddenly
of
practical
use
.
Such
moments
are
still
rare
in
the
West
;
that
they
come
at
all
promises
a
fairer
future
.
Margaret
,
though
unable
to
understand
her
sister
,
was
assured
against
estrangement
,
and
returned
to
London
with
a
more
peaceful
mind
.
The
following
morning
,
at
eleven
o'clock
,
she
presented
herself
at
the
offices
of
the
Imperial
and
West
African
Rubber
Company
.
She
was
glad
to
go
there
,
for
Henry
had
implied
his
business
rather
than
described
it
,
and
the
formlessness
and
vagueness
that
one
associates
with
Africa
had
hitherto
brooded
over
the
main
sources
of
his
wealth
.
Not
that
a
visit
to
the
office
cleared
things
up
.
There
was
just
the
ordinary
surface
scum
of
ledgers
and
polished
counters
and
brass
bars
that
began
and
stopped
for
no
possible
reason
,
of
electric-light
globes
blossoming
in
triplets
,
of
little
rabbit
hutches
faced
with
glass
or
wire
,
of
little
rabbits
.
And
even
when
she
penetrated
to
the
inner
depths
,
she
found
only
the
ordinary
table
and
Turkey
carpet
,
and
though
the
map
over
the
fireplace
did
depict
a
helping
of
West
Africa
,
it
was
a
very
ordinary
map
.
Another
map
hung
opposite
,
on
which
the
whole
continent
appeared
,
looking
like
a
whale
marked
out
for
blubber
,
and
by
its
side
was
a
door
,
shut
,
but
Henry
's
voice
came
through
it
,
dictating
a
"
strong
"
letter
.
She
might
have
been
at
the
Porphyrion
,
or
Dempster
's
Bank
,
or
her
own
wine-merchant
's
.
Everything
seems
just
alike
in
these
days
.
But
perhaps
she
was
seeing
the
Imperial
side
of
the
company
rather
than
its
West
African
,
and
Imperialism
always
had
been
one
of
her
difficulties
.
"
One
minute
!
"
called
Mr.
Wilcox
on
receiving
her
name
.
He
touched
a
bell
,
the
effect
of
which
was
to
produce
Charles
.
Charles
had
written
his
father
an
adequate
letter
—
more
adequate
than
Evie
's
,
through
which
a
girlish
indignation
throbbed
.
And
he
greeted
his
future
stepmother
with
propriety
.
"
I
hope
that
my
wife
—
how
do
you
do
?
—
will
give
you
a
decent
lunch
,
"
was
his
opening
.
"
I
left
instructions
,
but
we
live
in
a
rough-and-ready
way
.
She
expects
you
back
to
tea
,
too
,
after
you
have
had
a
look
at
Howards
End
.
I
wonder
what
you
'll
think
of
the
place
.
I
would
n't
touch
it
with
tongs
myself
.
Do
sit
down
!
It
's
a
measly
little
place
.
"
"
I
shall
enjoy
seeing
it
,
"
said
Margaret
,
feeling
,
for
the
first
time
,
shy
.
"
You
'll
see
it
at
its
worst
,
for
Bryce
decamped
abroad
last
Monday
without
even
arranging
for
a
charwoman
to
clear
up
after
him
.
I
never
saw
such
a
disgraceful
mess
.
It
's
unbelievable
.
He
was
n't
in
the
house
a
month
.
"
"
I
've
more
than
a
little
bone
to
pick
with
Bryce
,
"
called
Henry
from
the
inner
chamber
.
"
Why
did
he
go
so
suddenly
?
"
"
Invalid
type
;
could
n't
sleep
.
"
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
"
Poor
fiddlesticks
!
"
said
Mr.
Wilcox
,
joining
them
.
"
He
had
the
impudence
to
put
up
notice-boards
without
as
much
as
saying
with
your
leave
or
by
your
leave
.
Charles
flung
them
down
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
flung
them
down
,
"
said
Charles
modestly
.
"
I
've
sent
a
telegram
after
him
,
and
a
pretty
sharp
one
,
too
.
He
,
and
he
in
person
is
responsible
for
the
upkeep
of
that
house
for
the
next
three
years
.
"
"
The
keys
are
at
the
farm
;
we
would
n't
have
the
keys
.
"
"
Quite
right
.
"
"
Dolly
would
have
taken
them
,
but
I
was
in
,
fortunately
.
"
"
What
's
Mr.
Bryce
like
?
"
asked
Margaret
.
But
nobody
cared
.
Mr.
Bryce
was
the
tenant
,
who
had
no
right
to
sublet
;
to
have
defined
him
further
was
a
waste
of
time
.
On
his
misdeeds
they
descanted
profusely
,
until
the
girl
who
had
been
typing
the
strong
letter
came
out
with
it
.
Mr.
Wilcox
added
his
signature
.
"
Now
we
'll
be
off
,
"
said
he
.
A
motor-drive
,
a
form
of
felicity
detested
by
Margaret
,
awaited
her
.
Charles
saw
them
in
,
civil
to
the
last
,
and
in
a
moment
the
offices
of
the
Imperial
and
West
African
Rubber
Company
faded
away
.
But
it
was
not
an
impressive
drive
.
Perhaps
the
weather
was
to
blame
,
being
grey
and
banked
high
with
weary
clouds
.
Perhaps
Hertfordshire
is
scarcely
intended
for
motorists
.
Did
not
a
gentleman
once
motor
so
quickly
through
Westmoreland
that
he
missed
it
?
and
if
Westmoreland
can
be
missed
,
it
will
fare
ill
with
a
county
whose
delicate
structure
particularly
needs
the
attentive
eye
.
Hertfordshire
is
England
at
its
quietest
,
with
little
emphasis
of
river
and
hill
;
it
is
England
meditative
.
If
Drayton
were
with
us
again
to
write
a
new
edition
of
his
incomparable
poem
,
he
would
sing
the
nymphs
of
Hertfordshire
as
indeterminate
of
feature
,
with
hair
obfuscated
by
the
London
smoke
.
Their
eyes
would
be
sad
,
and
averted
from
their
fate
towards
the
Northern
flats
,
their
leader
not
Isis
or
Sabrina
,
but
the
slowly
flowing
Lea
.
No
glory
of
raiment
would
be
theirs
,
no
urgency
of
dance
;
but
they
would
be
real
nymphs
.
The
chauffeur
could
not
travel
as
quickly
as
he
had
hoped
,
for
the
Great
North
Road
was
full
of
Easter
traffic
.
But
he
went
quite
quick
enough
for
Margaret
,
a
poor-spirited
creature
,
who
had
chickens
and
children
on
the
brain
.
"
They
're
all
right
,
"
said
Mr.
Wilcox
.
"
They
'll
learn
—
like
the
swallows
and
the
telegraph-wires
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
,
while
they
're
learning
—
"
"
The
motor
's
come
to
stay
,
"
he
answered
.
"
One
must
get
about
.
There
's
a
pretty
church
—
oh
,
you
are
n't
sharp
enough
.
Well
,
look
out
,
if
the
road
worries
you
—
right
outward
at
the
scenery
.
"
She
looked
at
the
scenery
.
It
heaved
and
merged
like
porridge
.
Presently
it
congealed
.
They
had
arrived
.
Charles
's
house
on
the
left
;
on
the
right
the
swelling
forms
of
the
Six
Hills
.
Their
appearance
in
such
a
neighbourhood
surprised
her
.
They
interrupted
the
stream
of
residences
that
was
thickening
up
towards
Hilton
.
Beyond
them
she
saw
meadows
and
a
wood
,
and
beneath
them
she
settled
that
soldiers
of
the
best
kind
lay
buried
.
She
hated
war
and
liked
soldiers
—
it
was
one
of
her
amiable
inconsistencies
.
But
here
was
Dolly
,
dressed
up
to
the
nines
,
standing
at
the
door
to
greet
them
,
and
here
were
the
first
drops
of
the
rain
.
They
ran
in
gaily
,
and
after
a
long
wait
in
the
drawing-room
sat
down
to
the
rough-and-ready
lunch
,
every
dish
in
which
concealed
or
exuded
cream
.
Mr.
Bryce
was
the
chief
topic
of
conversation
.
Dolly
described
his
visit
with
the
key
,
while
her
father-in-law
gave
satisfaction
by
chaffing
her
and
contradicting
all
she
said
.
It
was
evidently
the
custom
to
laugh
at
Dolly
.
He
chaffed
Margaret
,
too
,
and
Margaret
,
roused
from
a
grave
meditation
,
was
pleased
,
and
chaffed
him
back
.
Dolly
seemed
surprised
,
and
eyed
her
curiously
.
After
lunch
the
two
children
came
down
.
Margaret
disliked
babies
,
but
hit
it
off
better
with
the
two-year-old
,
and
sent
Dolly
into
fits
of
laughter
by
talking
sense
to
him
.
"
Kiss
them
now
,
and
come
away
,
"
said
Mr.
Wilcox
.
She
came
,
but
refused
to
kiss
them
:
it
was
such
hard
luck
on
the
little
things
,
she
said
,
and
though
Dolly
proffered
Chorly-worly
and
Porgly-woggles
in
turn
,
she
was
obdurate
.
By
this
time
it
was
raining
steadily
.
The
car
came
round
with
the
hood
up
,
and
again
she
lost
all
sense
of
space
.
In
a
few
minutes
they
stopped
,
and
Crane
opened
the
door
of
the
car
.
"
What
's
happened
?
"
asked
Margaret
.
"
What
do
you
suppose
?
"
said
Henry
.
A
little
porch
was
close
up
against
her
face
.
"
Are
we
there
already
?
"
"
We
are
.
"
"
Well
,
I
never
!
In
years
ago
it
seemed
so
far
away
.
"
Smiling
,
but
somehow
disillusioned
,
she
jumped
out
,
and
her
impetus
carried
her
to
the
front-door
.
She
was
about
to
open
it
,
when
Henry
said
:
"
That
's
no
good
;
it
's
locked
.
Who
's
got
the
key
?
"
As
he
had
himself
forgotten
to
call
for
the
key
at
the
farm
,
no
one
replied
