She thought afterwards that she had had no
choicethen, but it was not so.
The receiver at her ear, as if she leant to it,
shewaited. Under the Mercy, he said, and watched her out of sight before hewent to
find a way to his own seat.
Idrather start now, if youll tell me the
way.
She answered his smile: Well, if you
wont.
As if the answer hadbeen reserved for these lower
circles, he gave it.
Then suddenly she smelt burning wood; the fire was
lit,he in it. She had rathermeant to say: O not very or Arent you?
The funeral over, her uncle hastened
action.
Idrather start now, if youll tell me the way. In
her very duty the doctrine of exchange held true,hierarchical and republican. Are
you sure you wont stay to-nightand go in the morning-fare and all?
I should have thought, Pauline said, but not with
malice, thatyoud have found jungles cosy.
As, after moving to thestage and turning to face
the audience, Stanhope began to speak,Mrs.
On the inhaled breath her splendour glowed again;
on theexhaled it passed. You can have your Tempest, but Id ratherthis.
Adela was not altogether unpractised in the
gymnastics ofGomorrah. Herheart was warm, as if the very fire her ancestor had
feared wasa comfort to her now.
She put thereceiver firmly down, opened the door,
and went out into thestreet. She waited, in the road, whilehe came down the drive,
and then she saw him clearly. Parry thought,looking through her window at the
dancing sunlight. In her very duty the doctrine of exchange held true,hierarchical
and republican.
She owed the words to Stanhope; heowed the
utterance to her and the rest.
Darkness was thick roundthe houses, but the streets
lay clear. I see, she said, and added with a conscious laughter, One neverknows,
does one?
The cry freed her fromfear and delirium, as if it
took over its own from her.
Idrather start now, if youll tell me the
way.
He was in the trap in which she hadbeen but now;
the universe had caught him.
She made a note to tell the Seating Committee there
wasa seat to spare.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live nowUnder the blossom
that hangs on the bough. On the inhaled breath her splendour glowed again; on
theexhaled it passed.
Her manifested joy whirled on her with her own
habitual movement.
Very odd weather to catch a feverish chill, Mrs.