Ellen went to the window andtapped on the pane. Everythinglooked very settled; very still;
very pure. They and their doings had made her entire world. Craster won the pig, but who
was it won the silver salver? The English sun still made her face prickleall over where
the Spanish sun had burnt it. The English sun still made her face prickleall over where
the Spanish sun had burnt it. Her four-wheeler was at the door; they had to say good-bye.
But hehad been very generous; very kind; he had looked after her all thetime. But hehad
been very generous; very kind; he had looked after her all thetime. Now and again ashaft
of light spread slowly across the sky as a car drove throughthe muffled roads.
And he could never read while he waswaiting. Either one simpers, or ones hearty, he was
thinking. She had notseen him since he went to India.
Did father say Sir William was in love with her? There are so many things I want to ask
you, shesaid.
The English sun still made her face prickleall over where the Spanish sun had burnt it.
They were made of the finestsilk, she could tell. Then they began to discuss the situation
in the Balkans.
Oh, Miss Eleanor, said Crosby, shaking her head, I remembereverything!
Good Lord, I said tomyself, if they only knew what a bally ass I feel!
Then she went down, for she wanted if possible to see Morris alone.
But it was too low; too yellow; it was another house she realised,not a star. Hehated
talking to servants; it always made him feel insincere. Eleanor sat back under the shade
of her white umbrella.
But thats over, shethought, people praising my eyes, and finished her dressing. She was
becomingmore and more interested in birds. I wishyou wouldnt pick up all Norths slang, my
dear. He pointed to a holeunder the collar, fringed with brown. Crosby adjusted her
gold-rimmed spectacles. Things pass, things change, she thought, looking up at the
ceiling.
Eleanor turned to look out ofthe window behind her.
Celia had fetchedthe green baize table; Mrs Chinnery had a passion for whist. Come along,
Peggy, Celia called back over the banister as shetoiled upstairs.
He had wagged his tail; his eyes were open. Now hes retired, and we do hope hell take a
househere; but Morris thinks hed find it too dull. For by so many more there are who say
ours So much the more of good doth each possess.
There are so manythings I want to ask you.
We make ourexperiments, then they make theirs.
Crosbyasked him, using the diminutive, which was a perquisite of her longservice. There
she sat in the drawing-room waiting.
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