"What poet was that?"
"Stevenson. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. It
reverberated in the silence. ”
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. We
think if we just defy the friends we have and go out into the world everything
will become easy and splendid. ’
The possibility was indeed remote, for there had been no trouble with France
since the Peace of Versailles had been signed six years ago. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a
box, they had always been so precious. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. Roddy muffed two. I
just don’t know where to start. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact
that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and
beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were
possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships
were possible.
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