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diff --git a/2604-h/2604-h.htm b/2604-h/2604-h.htm index 3365545..e1f1bf0 100644 --- a/2604-h/2604-h.htm +++ b/2604-h/2604-h.htm @@ -89,7 +89,7 @@ “I have proved it to myself.” </p> <p> - “I have proved to myself that she isn’t,” said the voice. “The cow is not + “I have proved to myself that she isn’t,” said the voice. “The cow is <em>not</em> there.” Ansell frowned and lit another match. </p> <p> @@ -110,7 +110,10 @@ </p> <p> “Look here, Ansell. I’m there—in the meadow—the cow’s there. - You’re there—the cow’s there. Do you agree so far?” “Well?” + You’re there—the cow’s there. Do you agree so far?” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” </p> <p> “Well, if you go, the cow stops; but if I go, the cow goes. Then what will @@ -133,7 +136,7 @@ supper-trays upon their heads. Hot food for one—that must be for the geographical don, who never came in for Hall; cold food for three, apparently at half-a-crown a head, for some one he did not know; hot food, - a la carte—obviously for the ladies haunting the next staircase; + <i lang="fr">à la carte</i>—obviously for the ladies haunting the next staircase; cold food for two, at two shillings—going to Ansell’s rooms for himself and Ansell, and as it passed under the lamp he saw that it was meringues again. Then the bedmakers began to arrive, chatting to each @@ -318,7 +321,7 @@ “What about?” </p> <p> - “Ansell” Then he burst forth. “Ansell isn’t a gentleman. His father’s a + “Ansell—” Then he burst forth. “Ansell isn’t a gentleman. His father’s a draper. His uncles are farmers. He’s here because he’s so clever—just on account of his brains. Now, sit down. He isn’t a gentleman at all.” And he hurried off to order some dinner. @@ -397,7 +400,7 @@ </p> <p> “Because no nasty corners in them to hold the dirt. Mr. Anderson—he’s - below-has crinkly noctagons, and one wouldn’t believe the difference. It + below—has crinkly noctagons, and one wouldn’t believe the difference. It was I bought these for Mr. Elliot. His one thought is to save one trouble. I never seed such a thoughtful gentleman. The world, I say, will be the better for him.” She took the teacups into the gyp room, and then returned @@ -415,7 +418,7 @@ “Yes?” </p> <p> - “It’s a thing that ought to be known. I assure you, that little room!... + “It’s a thing that ought to be known. I assure you, that little room!… And in any case, Mr. Elliot’s a gentleman that can ill afford to lose it. Luckily his friends were up; and I always say they’re more like brothers than anything else.” @@ -427,7 +430,7 @@ “Oh, Mr. Hornblower, he is a merry gentleman, and Mr. Tilliard too! And Mr. Elliot himself likes his romp at times. Why, it’s the merriest staircase in the buildings! Last night the bedmaker from W said to - me, ‘What are you doing to my gentlemen? Here’s Mr. Ansell come back ‘ot + me, ‘What are you doing to my gentlemen? Here’s Mr. Ansell come back ’ot with his collar flopping.’ I said, ‘And a good thing.’ Some bedders keep their gentlemen just so; but surely, miss, the world being what it is, the longer one is able to laugh in it the better.” @@ -522,7 +525,7 @@ <p> “He wants pulling up sharply. There is nothing original in absent-mindedness. True originality lies elsewhere. Really, the lower - classes have no nous. However can I wear such deformities?” For he had + classes have no <em>nous</em>. However can I wear such deformities?” For he had been madly trying to cram a right-hand foot into a left-hand shoe. </p> <p> @@ -646,7 +649,7 @@ </p> <p> “I have seen so many promising, brilliant lives wrecked simply on account - of this—not settling soon enough. My dear boy, you must think. + of this—<em>not settling soon enough</em>. My dear boy, you must think. Consult your tastes if possible—but think. You have not a moment to lose. The Bar, like your father?” </p> @@ -805,8 +808,8 @@ where they sing </p> <pre> - ‘Rheingold! - ‘Rheingold! + ‘Rheingold! + Rheingold!’ </pre> <p> and the sun strikes into the waters, and the music, which up to then has @@ -815,7 +818,10 @@ <p> “Goes into D sharp. I have not understood a single word, partly because you talk as if your mouth was full of plums, partly because I don’t know - whom you’re talking about.” “Miss Pembroke—whom you saw.” + whom you’re talking about.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Pembroke—whom you saw.” </p> <p> “I saw no one.” @@ -853,19 +859,19 @@ </p> <p> There was a moment’s silence. Then Rickie exclaimed, “I’ve got you. You - say—or was it Tilliard?—no, YOU say that the cow’s there. Well—there - these people are, then. Got you. Yah!” + say—or was it Tilliard?—no, <em>you</em> say that the cow’s there. + Well—there these people are, then. Got you. Yah!” </p> <p> - “Did it never strike you that phenomena may be of two kinds: ONE, those - which have a real existence, such as the cow; TWO, those which are the + “Did it never strike you that phenomena may be of two kinds: <em>one</em>, those + which have a real existence, such as the cow; <em>two</em>, those which are the subjective product of a diseased imagination, and which, to our destruction, we invest with the semblance of reality? If this never struck you, let it strike you now.” </p> <p> Rickie spoke again, but received no answer. He paced a little up and down - the sombre roam. Then he sat on the edge of the table and watched his + the sombre room. Then he sat on the edge of the table and watched his clever friend draw within the square a circle, and within the circle a square, and inside that another circle, and inside that another square. </p> @@ -903,7 +909,8 @@ be transfigured. Like the ancient Greeks, he could even laugh at his holy place and leave it no less holy. He chatted gaily about it, and about the pleasant thoughts with which it inspired him; he took his friends there; - he even took people whom he did not like. “Procul este, profani!” + he even took people whom he did not like. + “<i lang="la">Procul este, profani!</i>” exclaimed a delighted aesthete on being introduced to it. But this was never to be the attitude of Rickie. He did not love the vulgar herd, but he knew that his own vulgarity would be greater if he forbade it ingress, @@ -1003,7 +1010,7 @@ <p> “Because I hate him. You think it is so splendid to hate no one. I tell you it is a crime. You want to love every one equally, and that’s worse - than impossible it’s wrong. When you denounce sets, you’re really trying + than impossible—it’s wrong. When you denounce sets, you’re really trying to destroy friendship.” </p> <p> @@ -1019,7 +1026,7 @@ re-echoed that it hated no one. </p> <p> - “We are obliged to believe you,” said Widdrington, smiling a little “but + “We are obliged to believe you,” said Widdrington, smiling a little; “but we are sorry about it.” </p> <p> @@ -1253,7 +1260,10 @@ delicate, he roughs it sufficiently if he leaves home. Rickie can’t play games. He doesn’t make friends. He isn’t brilliant. Thinking it over, I feel that as it’s like this, we can’t ever hope to give him the ordinary - education. Perhaps you could think it over too.” No. + education. Perhaps you could think it over too.” + </p> + <p> + “No.” </p> <p> “I am sure that things are best for him as they are. The day-school knocks @@ -1277,7 +1287,7 @@ Rickie tearful, and said rather crossly, “Well, what is it this time?” </p> <p> - He replied, “Oh, mummy, I’ve seen your wrinkles your grey hair—I’m + He replied, “Oh, mummy, I’ve seen your wrinkles—your grey hair—I’m unhappy.” </p> <p> @@ -1303,7 +1313,7 @@ for the funeral. His mother was rather strange. She was much happier, she looked younger, and her mourning was as unobtrusive as convention permitted. All this he had expected. But she seemed to be watching him, - and to be extremely anxious for his opinion on any, subject—more + and to be extremely anxious for his opinion on any subject—more especially on his father. Why? At last he saw that she was trying to establish confidence between them. But confidence cannot be established in a moment. They were both shy. The habit of years was upon them, and they @@ -1313,8 +1323,11 @@ “Now that your father has gone, things will be very different.” </p> <p> - “Shall we be poorer, mother?” No. + “Shall we be poorer, mother?” </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> <p> “Oh!” </p> @@ -1395,7 +1408,10 @@ </p> <p> He was not very often irritable or rude, but he answered, “Oh, I shan’t - catch cold. I do wish you wouldn’t keep on bothering.” He did not catch + catch cold. I do wish you wouldn’t keep on bothering.” + </p> + <p> + He did not catch cold, but while he was out his mother died. She only survived her husband eleven days, a coincidence which was recorded on their tombstone. </p> @@ -1458,7 +1474,7 @@ <p> “Because it brings in no return. I think I’m a great philosopher, but then all philosophers think that, though they don’t dare to say so. But, - however great I am. I shan’t earn money. Perhaps I shan’t ever be able to + however great I am, I shan’t earn money. Perhaps I shan’t ever be able to keep myself. I shan’t even get a good social position. You’ve only to say one word, and I’ll work for the Civil Service. I’m good enough to get in high.” @@ -1473,15 +1489,16 @@ </p> <p> “There is enough money now to get Mary and Maud as good husbands as they - deserve.” And Mary and Maud took the same view. It was in this plebeian - household that Rickie spent part of the Christmas vacation. His own home, - such as it was, was with the Silts, needy cousins of his father’s, and + deserve.” And Mary and Maud took the same view. + </p> + <p> + It was in this plebeian household that Rickie spent part of the Christmas vacation. His + own home, such as it was, was with the Silts, needy cousins of his father’s, and combined to a peculiar degree the restrictions of hospitality with the discomforts of a boarding-house. Such pleasure as he had outside Cambridge was in the homes of his friends, and it was a particular joy and honour to visit Ansell, who, though as free from social snobbishness as most of us - will ever manage to be, was rather careful when he drove up to the facade - of his shop. + will ever manage to be, was rather careful when he drove up to the facade of his shop. </p> <p> “I like our new lettering,” he said thoughtfully. The words “Stewart @@ -1554,7 +1571,7 @@ might reasonably have sent an invitation to his friend. </p> <p> - She replied that she was looking forward to their tete-a-tete. + She replied that she was looking forward to their <i lang="fr">tête-à-tête.</i> </p> <p> “You mustn’t go round by the trains,” said Mr. Ansell. “It means changing @@ -1578,8 +1595,8 @@ </p> <p> This he could not do. He was bound for Christmas to the Silts—“as a - REAL guest,” Mrs. Silt had written, underlining the word “real” twice. And - after Christmas he must go to the Pembrokes. + <em>real</em> guest,” Mrs. Silt had written, underlining the word + “real” twice. And after Christmas he must go to the Pembrokes. </p> <p> “These are no reasons. The only real reason for doing a thing is because @@ -1704,7 +1721,8 @@ </p> <p> “Oh no!” whispered Mr. Pembroke, shutting his eyes, as if Rickie had made - some terrible faux pas. “It will be a very long engagement. He must make + some terrible <i lang="fr">faux pas</i>. “It will be a very long engagement. + He must make his way first. I have seen such endless misery result from people marrying before they have made their way.” </p> @@ -1794,8 +1812,10 @@ </p> <p> Mr. Dawes seemed offended. He tapped on his teeth, and remarked that the - weather bad no business to be so warm in winter. “But it was fiendish - before Christmas,” said Agnes. + weather had no business to be so warm in winter. + </p> + <p> + “But it was fiendish before Christmas,” said Agnes. </p> <p> He frowned, and asked, “Do you know a man called Gerrish?” @@ -1816,10 +1836,10 @@ “He’s my year too. He got a blue for hockey his second term.” </p> <p> - “I know nothing about the ‘Varsity.” + “I know nothing about the ’Varsity.” </p> <p> - Rickie winced at the abbreviation “‘Varsity.” It was at that time the + Rickie winced at the abbreviation “’Varsity.” It was at that time the proper thing to speak of “the University.” </p> <p> @@ -1839,7 +1859,7 @@ “Puts you back in your profession. Men who go there first, before the Army, start hopelessly behind. The same with the Stock Exchange or Painting. I know men in both, and they’ve never caught up the time they - lost in the ‘Varsity—unless, of course, you turn parson.” + lost in the ’Varsity—unless, of course, you turn parson.” </p> <p> “I love Cambridge,” said she. “All those glorious buildings, and every one @@ -1848,7 +1868,7 @@ <p> “That might make an Undergrad happy, but I beg leave to state it wouldn’t me. I haven’t four years to throw away for the sake of being called a - ‘Varsity man and hobnobbing with Lords.” + ’Varsity man and hobnobbing with Lords.” </p> <p> Rickie was prepared to find his old schoolfellow ungrammatical and @@ -1893,7 +1913,10 @@ He disappeared slowly behind the tree. </p> <p> - “What do you think of him?” she immediately asked. He murmured civilly. + “What do you think of him?” she immediately asked. + </p> + <p> + He murmured civilly. </p> <p> “Has he changed since he was a schoolboy?” @@ -1977,11 +2000,14 @@ <p> The voice of Mr. Pembroke was now heard calling from the house, “Frederick! Frederick! My dear boy, pardon me. It was an important letter - about the Church Defence, otherwise—. Come in and see your room.” + about the Church Defence, otherwise— Come in and see your room.” </p> <p> He was glad to quit the little lawn. He had learnt too much there. It was - dreadful: they did not love each other. More dreadful even than the case + dreadful: they did not love each other. + </p> + <p> + More dreadful even than the case of his father and mother, for they, until they married, had got on pretty well. But this man was already rude and brutal and cold: he was still the school bully who twisted up the arms of little boys, and ran pins into @@ -2106,7 +2132,7 @@ foundation, the “Commercial School,” built a couple of miles away. And it started boarding-houses. It had not the gracious antiquity of Eton or Winchester, nor, on the other hand, had it a conscious policy like - Lancing, Wellington, and other purely modern foundations. Where tradition + Lancing, Wellington, and other purely modern foundations. Where traditions served, it clung to them. Where new departures seemed desirable, they were made. It aimed at producing the average Englishman, and, to a very great extent, it succeeded. @@ -2135,8 +2161,8 @@ </p> <p> His last achievement had been the organization of the day-boys. They had - been left too much to themselves, and were weak in esprit de corps; they - were apt to regard home, not school, as the most important thing in their + been left too much to themselves, and were weak in <i lang="fr">esprit de corps;</i> + they were apt to regard home, not school, as the most important thing in their lives. Moreover, they got out of their parents’ hands; they did their preparation any time and some times anyhow. They shirked games, they were out at all hours, they ate what they should not, they smoked, they @@ -2204,7 +2230,10 @@ </p> <p> “Now we must complete the chapel.” He paused reverently, and said, “And - here is a fragment of the original building.” Rickie at once had a rush of + here is a fragment of the original building.” + </p> + <p> + Rickie at once had a rush of sympathy. He, too, looked with reverence at the morsel of Jacobean brickwork, ruddy and beautiful amidst the machine-squared stones of the modern apse. The two men, who had so little in common, were thrilled with @@ -2288,7 +2317,8 @@ naughty soldier had not carried her off, she might have made an ideal schoolmaster’s wife. I often chaff him about it, for he a little despises the intellectual professions. Natural, perfectly natural. How can a man - who faces death feel as we do towards mensa or tupto?” + who faces death feel as we do towards <i lang="la">mensa</i> or + <i lang="el">tupto?</i>” </p> <p> “Perfectly true. Absolutely true.” @@ -2591,13 +2621,13 @@ </p> <p> “Yes, dear Agnes, of course; but I must see first that you mind.” Her - breath caught. Her eves moved to the treads, going outwards, so firmly, so + breath caught. Her eyes moved to the treads, going outwards, so firmly, so irretrievably. </p> <p> He panted, “It’s the worst thing that can ever happen to you in all your - life, and you’ve got to mind it you’ve got to mind it. They’ll come - saying, ‘Bear up trust to time.’ No, no; they’re wrong. Mind it.” + life, and you’ve got to mind it—you’ve got to mind it. They’ll come + saying, ‘Bear up—trust to time.’ No, no; they’re wrong. Mind it.” </p> <p> Through all her misery she knew that this boy was greater than they @@ -2875,11 +2905,11 @@ “Pooh, volcanic!” says the leading tourist, and the ladies say how interesting. The island begins to rock, and so do the minds of its visitors. They start and quarrel and jabber. Fingers burst up through the - sand-black fingers of sea devils. The island tilts. The tourists go mad. - But just before the catastrophe one man, integer vitae scelerisque purus, + sand—black fingers of sea devils. The island tilts. The tourists go mad. + But just before the catastrophe one man, <i lang="la">integer vitae scelerisque purus,</i> sees the truth. Here are no devils. Other muscles, other minds, are pulling the island to its subterranean home. Through the advancing wall of - waters he sees no grisly faces, no ghastly medieval limbs, but—But + waters he sees no grisly faces, no ghastly medieval limbs, but— But what nonsense! When real things are so wonderful, what is the point of pretending? </p> @@ -2903,7 +2933,7 @@ tragedy quite like Rickie’s. </p> <p> - He is, of course, absurdly young—not twenty-one and he will be + He is, of course, absurdly young—not twenty-one—and he will be engaged to be married at twenty-three. He has no knowledge of the world; for example, he thinks that if you do not want money you can give it to friends who do. He believes in humanity because he knows a dozen decent @@ -2925,7 +2955,7 @@ Ansell, at the end of his third year, got a first in the Moral Science Tripos. Being a scholar, he kept his rooms in college, and at once began to work for a Fellowship. Rickie got a creditable second in the Classical - Tripos, Part I., and retired to sallow lodgings in Mill bane, carrying + Tripos, Part I., and retired to sallow lodgings in Mill Lane, carrying with him the degree of B.A. and a small exhibition, which was quite as much as he deserved. For Part II. he read Greek Archaeology, and got a second. All this means that Ansell was much cleverer than Rickie. As for @@ -2965,6 +2995,9 @@ “Do you still write short stories?” </p> <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> “Because your English has gone to the devil. You think and talk in Journalese. Define a great thinking mass.” </p> @@ -2993,10 +3026,10 @@ system. The earth is full of tiny societies, and Cambridge is one of them. All the societies are narrow, but some are good and some are bad—just as one house is beautiful inside and another ugly. Observe the metaphor of - the houses: I am coming back to it. The good societies say, `I tell you to - do this because I am Cambridge.’ The bad ones say, `I tell you to do that - because I am the great world, not because I am ‘Peckham,’ or - `Billingsgate,’ or `Park Lane,’ but `because I am the great world.’ They + the houses: I am coming back to it. The good societies say, ‘I tell you to + do this because I am Cambridge.’ The bad ones say, ‘I tell you to do that + because I am the great world,—not because I am ‘Peckham,’ or + ‘Billingsgate,’ or ‘Park Lane,’ but ‘because I am the great world.’ They lie. And fools like you listen to them, and believe that they are a thing which does not exist and never has existed, and confuse ‘great,’ which has no meaning whatever, with ‘good,’ which means salvation. Look at this @@ -3037,7 +3070,7 @@ way. He was thinking of the irony of friendship—so strong it is, and so fragile. We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream. Nature has no use for us: she has cut her stuff differently. - Dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers these are what she + Dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers—these are what she wants, and if we are friends it must be in our spare time. Abram and Sarai were sorrowful, yet their seed became as sand of the sea, and distracts the politics of Europe at this moment. But a few verses of poetry is all @@ -3108,7 +3141,7 @@ I wish I wanted to bully you.” </p> <p> - Rickie laughed, and suddenly over balanced into the grass. Ansell, with + Rickie laughed, and suddenly overbalanced into the grass. Ansell, with unusual playfulness, held him prisoner. They lay there for few minutes, talking and ragging aimlessly. Then Rickie seized his opportunity and jerked away. @@ -3121,7 +3154,7 @@ their betters? With his ear on the ground he listened to Rickie’s departing steps, and thought, “He wastes a lot of time keeping engagements. Why will he be pleasant to fools?” And then he thought, “Why - has he turned so unhappy? It isn’t as it he’s a philosopher, or tries to + has he turned so unhappy? It isn’t as if he’s a philosopher, or tries to solve the riddle of existence. And he’s got money of his own.” Thus thinking, he fell asleep. </p> @@ -3152,7 +3185,7 @@ unattractive. But the love he offered would not then have been vile. The insult to Miss Pembroke, who was consecrated, and whom he had consecrated, who could still see Gerald, and always would see him, shining on his - everlasting throne this was the crime from the devil, the crime that no + everlasting throne—this was the crime from the devil, the crime that no penance would ever purge. She knew nothing. She never would know. But the crime was registered in heaven. </p> @@ -3368,7 +3401,7 @@ <p> “You sound like a bolster with the stuffing out.” They laughed. She always blew his cobwebs away like this, with a puff of humorous mountain air. - Just now the associations he attached to her were various—she + Just now—the associations he attached to her were various—she reminded him of a heroine of Meredith’s—but a heroine at the end of the book. All had been written about her. She had played her mighty part, and knew that it was over. He and he alone was not content, and wrote for @@ -3450,7 +3483,7 @@ pretend that her trees and coppices and summer fields of parsley were alive. It’s funny enough now, but it wasn’t funny then, for I got in such a state that I believed, actually believed, that Fauns lived in a certain - double hedgerow near the Cog Magogs, and one evening I walked a mile + double hedgerow near the Gog Magogs, and one evening I walked a mile sooner than go through it alone.” </p> <p> @@ -3521,7 +3554,10 @@ </p> <p> The young man thought of her feelings no longer. His heart throbbed louder - and louder, and seemed to shake him to pieces. “Rickie!” + and louder, and seemed to shake him to pieces. + </p> + <p> + “Rickie!” </p> <p> She was calling from the dell. For an answer he sat down where he was, on @@ -3655,7 +3691,7 @@ “I wanted Mr. Elliot. Where are they?” </p> <p> - “We expect Mr. Elliot every-moment,” said Tilliard. + “We expect Mr. Elliot every moment,” said Tilliard. </p> <p> “Don’t tell me I’m right,” cried Mrs. Lewin, “and that you’re the @@ -3706,8 +3742,9 @@ <p> “And while the cage was drying we put him among the bantams. They had been the greatest allies. But I suppose they took him for a parrot or a hawk, - or something that bantams hate for while his cage was drying they picked - out his feathers, and PICKED and PICKED out his feathers, till he was + or something that bantams hate; for while his cage was drying they picked + out his feathers, and <em>picked</em> out his feathers and <em>Picked</em> + out his feathers, till he was perfectly bald. ‘Hugo, look,’ said I. ‘This is the end of Parsival. Let me have no more surprises.’ He burst into tears.” </p> @@ -3730,7 +3767,8 @@ </p> <p> But Rickie had not seen as far. He had not talked to her of this at all. - Last night they had spoken only of love. He exclaimed, “Oh, Agnes-don’t!” + Last night they had spoken only of love. He exclaimed, “Oh, + Agnes—don’t!” Mrs. Lewin laughed roguishly. </p> <p> @@ -3766,13 +3804,13 @@ <p> He only replied, “Good-bye.” The ladies started off. Rickie lingered behind to whisper, “I would have it so. I would have you begin square - together. I can’t talk yet—I’ve loved her for years—can’t + together. I can’t talk yet—I’ve loved her for years—I can’t think what she’s done it for. I’m going to write short stories. I shall start this afternoon. She declares there may be something in me.” </p> <p> As soon as he had left, Tilliard burst in, white with agitation, and - crying, “Did you see my awful faux pas—about the horsewhip? What + crying, “Did you see my awful <i lang="fr">faux pas</i>—about the horsewhip? What shall I do? I must call on Elliot. Or had I better write?” </p> <p> @@ -3812,8 +3850,8 @@ was suitable in every way.” </p> <p> - “Damn THESE women, then,” said Ansell, bouncing round in the chair. “Damn - these particular women.” + “Damn <em>these</em> women, then,” said Ansell, bouncing round + in the chair. “Damn these particular women.” </p> <p> “They looked and spoke like ladies.” @@ -3830,7 +3868,7 @@ “What did she say?” </p> <p> - “She said `we see’ instead of ‘I see.’” + “She said ‘we see’ instead of ‘I see.’” </p> <p> Tilliard burst into laughter. This jaundiced young philosopher, with his @@ -3866,10 +3904,8 @@ <p> “Oh, what a lot of tommy-rot,” said Tilliard. “Can’t a man and woman get engaged? My dear boy—excuse me talking like this—what on earth - is it to do with us?” - </p> - <p> - “We’re his friends, and I hope we always shall be, but we shan’t keep his + is it to do with us? + We’re his friends, and I hope we always shall be, but we shan’t keep his friendship by fighting. We’re bound to fall into the background. Wife first, friends some way after. You may resent the order, but it is ordained by nature.” @@ -3906,7 +3942,7 @@ Seven letters written in June:— </p> <p> - Cambridge + Cambridge. </p> <p> Dear Rickie, @@ -3928,7 +3964,7 @@ emissary of Nature, and Nature’s bidding has been fulfilled. But man does not care a damn for Nature—or at least only a very little damn. He cares for a hundred things besides, and the more civilized he is the more - he will care for these other hundred things, and demand not only—a + he will care for these other hundred things, and demand not only a wife and children, but also friends, and work, and spiritual freedom. </p> <p> @@ -3938,7 +3974,7 @@ S.A. </p> <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. </p> <p> Dear Ansell, @@ -3960,21 +3996,26 @@ R.E. </p> <p> - Cambridge + Cambridge. </p> <p> - Dear Rickie: + Dear Rickie, </p> <p> What am I to say? “Understand Xanthippe, and Mrs. Bennet, and Elsa in the question scene of Lohengrin”? “Understand Euripides when he says the eternal feminine leads us a pretty dance”? I shall say nothing of the sort. The allusions in this English Essay shall not be literary. My - personal objections to Miss Pembroke are as follows:—(1) She is not - serious. (2) She is not truthful. + personal objections to Miss Pembroke are as follows:— + </p> + <p> + (1) She is not serious. + </p> + <p> + (2) She is not truthful. </p> <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road Sawston + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. </p> <p> My Dear Stewart, @@ -4000,10 +4041,10 @@ R.E. </p> <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. </p> <p> - Dear Mrs. Lewin,— + Dear Mrs. Lewin, </p> <p> The time goes flying, but I am getting to learn my wonderful boy. We speak @@ -4030,10 +4071,10 @@ Agnes Pembroke </p> <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road Sawston + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road Sawston. </p> <p> - Dear Mr. Silt,— + Dear Mr. Silt, </p> <p> Thank you for the congratulations, which I have handed over to the @@ -4054,7 +4095,7 @@ say that they have accepted it bravely. </p> <p> - Hoping that you and Mrs. Silt will profit by your week at Margate.-I + Hoping that you and Mrs. Silt will profit by your week at Margate.—I remain, yours very sincerely, </p> <p> @@ -4064,7 +4105,7 @@ Cadover, Wilts. </p> <p> - Dear Miss Pembroke,—Agnes— + Dear Miss Pembroke—Agnes, </p> <p> I hear that you are going to marry my nephew. I have no idea what he is @@ -4132,7 +4173,7 @@ There was the sound of a train, and presently white smoke appeared, rising laboriously through the heavy air. It distracted her, and for about a quarter of an hour she sat perfectly still, doing nothing. At last she - pushed the spoilt paper aside, took afresh piece, and was beginning to + pushed the spoilt paper aside, took a fresh piece, and was beginning to write, “On May the 14th, 1842,” when there was a crunch on the gravel, and a furious voice said, “I am sorry for Flea Thompson.” </p> @@ -4420,7 +4461,7 @@ say.” </p> <p> - She a laughed. “Are you a dear boy? I sometimes wonder; or are you a + She laughed. “Are you a dear boy? I sometimes wonder; or are you a brute?” </p> <p> @@ -4432,8 +4473,8 @@ die?” </p> <p> - “Don’t ask ME.” He knew by bitter experience that she was making fun of - him. + “Don’t ask <em>me</em>.” He knew by bitter experience that + she was making fun of him. </p> <p> “Oh, but I do ask you. Those paper books of yours are so up-to-date. For @@ -4535,7 +4576,7 @@ He could not retort that she never asked him. </p> <p> - “Agnes will make you come. Oh, let me introduce Mr. Wonham—Miss + “Agnes will make you come. Oh, let me introduce—Mr. Wonham—Miss Pembroke.” </p> <p> @@ -4756,7 +4797,7 @@ one claiming the souls of the labourers, the other their bodies. If a man desired other religion or other employment he must leave. The church lay up by the railway, the farm was down by the water meadows. The vicar, a - gentle charitable man scarcely realized his power, and never tried to + gentle charitable man, scarcely realized his power, and never tried to abuse it. Mr. Wilbraham, the agent, was of another mould. He knew his place, and kept others to theirs: all society seemed spread before him like a map. The line between the county and the local, the line between @@ -4942,9 +4983,12 @@ “Yes.” </p> <p> - “Any letters to write?” No. + “Any letters to write?” </p> <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> “Then let’s go to my arbour. No, we won’t. It gets the morning sun, and it’ll be too hot today.” Already she regretted clearing out the men. On such a morning she would have liked to drive, but her third animal had @@ -5074,7 +5118,7 @@ Podge that he’s made of hard little black things, another that he’s made of brown things, larger and squashy. There seems a discrepancy, but anything is better for a thoughtful youth than to be made in the Garden of - Eden. Let us eliminate the poetic, at whatever cost to the probable.” When + Eden. Let us eliminate the poetic, at whatever cost to the probable.” Then for a moment she spoke more gravely. “Here he is at twenty, with nothing to hold on by. I don’t know what’s to be done. I suppose it’s my fault. But I’ve never had any bother over the Church of England; have you?” @@ -5242,7 +5286,7 @@ myself,—promised to be away two hours, and stopped four.” </p> <p> - “Stopped-oh—oh, I understand. You being in love, you mean?” + “Stopped—oh—oh, I understand. You being in love, you mean?” </p> <p> He smiled and nodded. @@ -5287,8 +5331,8 @@ his eyes and winced. </p> <p> - At last the blade broke. “We don’t go quick, do we” he remarked, and - looked on the weedy track for another. + At last the blade broke. “We don’t go quick, do we?” + he remarked, and looked on the weedy track for another. </p> <p> “I wish you wouldn’t let me keep you. If you were alone you would be @@ -5303,7 +5347,8 @@ that nearly jerked him out of the saddle. </p> <p> - “Sit like this,” said Stephen. “Can’t you see like this?” Rickie lurched + “Sit like <em>this</em>,” said Stephen. “Can’t + you—see like <em>this</em>?” Rickie lurched forward, and broke his thumb nail on the horse’s neck. It bled a little, and had to be bound up. </p> @@ -5319,7 +5364,7 @@ Rickie left it to Dido, who stopped immediately. </p> <p> - “I said LEAVE it.” His voice rose irritably. “I didn’t say ‘die.’ Of + “I said <em>leave</em> it.” His voice rose irritably. “I didn’t say ‘die.’ Of course she stops if you die. First you sit her as if you’re Sandow exercising, and then you sit like a corpse. Can’t you tell her you’re alive? That’s all she wants.” @@ -5477,8 +5522,6 @@ </p> <p> “I am so tired,” said Rickie. Why should he stand it any longer? - </p> - <p> He would go home to the woman he loved. “Do you mind if I give up Salisbury?” </p> @@ -5505,7 +5548,7 @@ “Certainly. Thank you for your kind care of me.” </p> <p> - “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as—‘” + “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as—’” </p> <p> Soon he was out of earshot. Soon they were lost to view. Soon they were @@ -5531,7 +5574,7 @@ in showing him his compositions. </p> <p> - “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as—‘” + “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as I—’” </p> <p> “All right, Thomas. That’ll do.” @@ -5564,7 +5607,7 @@ friends with the soldier, for the third time. </p> <p> - “Any objection to ‘Saucy Mr. and Mrs. Tackleton’?” + “Any objection to ‘Sorcy Mr. and Mrs. Tackleton’?” </p> <p> “Rather not.” @@ -5572,7 +5615,7 @@ <p> The soldier sang “Saucy Mr. and Mrs. Tackleton.” It is really a work for two voices, most of the sauciness disappearing when taken as a solo. Nor - is Mrs. Tackleton’s name Em’lv. + is Mrs. Tackleton’s name Em’ly. </p> <p> “I call it a jolly rotten song,” said Stephen crossly. “I won’t stand @@ -5583,7 +5626,7 @@ “‘Of all the gulls that arsshmart, There’s none line pretty—Em’ly; - For she’s the darling of merart’” + For she’s the darling of merart—’” </pre> <p> “Now, that’s wrong.” He rode up close to the singer. @@ -5592,7 +5635,7 @@ “Shright.” </p> <p> - “‘Tisn’t.” + “’Tisn’t.” </p> <p> “It’s as my mother taught me.” @@ -5617,11 +5660,12 @@ He said “alley” was—welcome to come if it liked. </p> <p> - “It can’t. You want Sally. Sally—alley. Em’ly-alley doesn’t do.” + “It can’t. You want Sally. Sally—alley. Em’ly—alley + doesn’t do.” </p> <p> - “Emily-femily!” cried the soldier, with an inspiration that was not his - when sober. “My mother taught me femily. + “Emily—femily!” cried the soldier, with an inspiration that was not + his when sober. “My mother taught me femily. </p> <p> “‘For she’s the darling of merart, And she lives in my femily.’” @@ -5630,11 +5674,13 @@ “Well, you’d best be careful, Thomas, and your mother too.” </p> <p> - “Your mother’s no better than she should be,” said Thomas vaguely. + “<em>Your</em> mother’s no better than she should be,” said Thomas vaguely. </p> <p> - “Do you think I haven’t heard that before?” retorted the boy. The other - concluded he might now say anything. So he might—the name of old + “Do you think I haven’t heard that before?” retorted the boy. + </p> + <p> + The other concluded he might now say anything. So he might—the name of old Emily excepted. Stephen cared little about his benefactress’s honour, but a great deal about his own. He had made Mrs. Failing into a test. For the moment he would die for her, as a knight would die for a glove. He is not @@ -5767,7 +5813,7 @@ prevent him from growing too bumptious. Here he worked and sang and practised on the ocharoon. Here, in the crannies, he had constructed shelves and cupboards and useless little drawers. He had only one picture—the - Demeter of Onidos—and she hung straight from the roof like a joint + Demeter of Cnidos—and she hung straight from the roof like a joint of meat. Once she was in the drawing-room; but Mrs. Failing had got tired of her, and decreed her removal and this degradation. Now she faced the sunrise; and when the moon rose its light also fell on her, and trembled, @@ -5790,7 +5836,10 @@ I’d just as soon follow an old stone goddess,” </pre> <p> - and sprang upward through the skylight on to the roof. Years ago, when a + and sprang upward through the skylight on to the roof. + </p> + <p> + Years ago, when a nurse was washing him, he had slipped from her soapy hands and got up here. She implored him to remember that he was a little gentleman; but he forgot the fact—if it was a fact—and not even the butler could @@ -5823,9 +5872,9 @@ What a production! Who was this girl? Where did she go to? Why so much talk about trees? “I take it he wrote it when feeling bad,” he murmured, and let it fall into the gutter. It fell face downwards, and on the back - he saw a neat little resume in Miss Pembroke’s handwriting, intended for - such as him. “Allegory. Man = modern civilization (in bad sense). Girl = - getting into touch with Nature.” + he saw a neat little <i lang="fr">résumé</i> in Miss Pembroke’s handwriting, + intended for such as him. “Allegory. Man = modern civilization (in bad sense). + Girl = getting into touch with Nature.” </p> <p> In touch with Nature! The girl was a tree! He lit his pipe and gazed at @@ -5852,8 +5901,10 @@ “Indeed he hasn’t. He spent the whole time looking after me.” </p> <p> - “From which I conclude he was more obnoxious than usual.” Rickie praised - him diligently. But his candid nature showed everything through. His aunt + “From which I conclude he was more obnoxious than usual.” + </p> + <p> + Rickie praised him diligently. But his candid nature showed everything through. His aunt soon saw that they had not got on. She had expected this—almost planned it. Nevertheless she resented it, and her resentment was to fall on him. @@ -5936,18 +5987,16 @@ shawl. </p> <p> - This Sunday, though late as usual, she was not alone. Miss Pembroke, en - grande toilette, sat by her side. Rickie, looking plain and devout, + This Sunday, though late as usual, she was not alone. Miss Pembroke, <i lang="fr">en + grande toilette</i>, sat by her side. Rickie, looking plain and devout, perched opposite. And Stephen actually came too, murmuring that it would be the Benedicite, which he had never minded. There was also the Litany, which drove him into the air again, much to Mrs. Failing’s delight. She - enjoyed this sort of thing. It amused her when her Protege left the pew, - looking bored, athletic, and dishevelled, and groping most obviously for + enjoyed this sort of thing. It amused her when her <i lang="fr">protégé</i> left the + pew, looking bored, athletic, and dishevelled, and groping most obviously for his pipe. She liked to keep a thoroughbred pagan to shock people. “He’s gone to worship Nature,” she whispered. Rickie did not look up. “Don’t you think he’s charming?” He made no reply. - </p> - <p> “Charming,” whispered Agnes over his head. </p> <p> @@ -6020,7 +6069,8 @@ religion either.” </p> <p> - “Excuse me,” said Rickie, perhaps he too was a little hungry,—“I + “Excuse me,” said Rickie,—perhaps he too was a little + hungry,—“I never suggested such a thing. I never would suggest such a thing. Why cannot you understand my position? I almost feel it is that you won’t.” </p> @@ -6212,8 +6262,8 @@ I say it is your brother’s?” </p> <p> - “Wonham’s?” he suggested. It was the second time that she had made the - little slip. She nodded, and he asked her what kind of ghosties haunted + “Wonham’s—?” he suggested. It was the second time that + she had made the little slip. She nodded, and he asked her what kind of ghosties haunted this curious field. </p> <p> @@ -6223,7 +6273,7 @@ </p> <p> “Oh, these were decent people,” he replied, looking downwards—“soldiers - and shepherds. They have no ghosts. They worshipped Mars or Pan-Erda + and shepherds. They have no ghosts. They worshipped Mars or Pan—Erda perhaps; not the devil.” </p> <p> @@ -6256,7 +6306,7 @@ He glanced at her nervously. He had never known her so queer before. Perhaps it was some literary allusion that he had not caught; but her face did not at that moment suggest literature. In the differential tones that - one uses to an old and infirm person he said “Stephen Wonham isn’t my + one uses to an old and infirm person he said, “Stephen Wonham isn’t my brother, Aunt Emily.” </p> <p> @@ -6276,9 +6326,12 @@ Then a horror leapt straight at him, and he beat it back and said, “I will not be frightened.” The tree in the centre revolved, the tree disappeared, and he saw a room—the room where his father had lived in town. - “Gently,” he told himself, “gently.” Still laughing, he said, “I, with a - brother-younger it’s not possible.” The horror leapt again, and he - exclaimed, “It’s a foul lie!” + “Gently,” he told himself, “gently.” + </p> + <p> + Still laughing, he said, “I, with a + brother—younger—it’s not possible.” + The horror leapt again, and he exclaimed, “It’s a foul lie!” </p> <p> “My dear, my dear!” @@ -6343,7 +6396,7 @@ </p> <p> “They’re watching us. They stand on the edge watching us. This country’s - so open—you—you can’t they watch us wherever we go. Of course + so open—you—you can’t—they watch us wherever we go. Of course you mind.” </p> <p> @@ -6419,12 +6472,12 @@ <p> “Then, Mrs. Failing, it is sickening of you. There is no other word. Sickening. I am sorry—a nobody like myself—to speak like this. - How COULD you, oh, how could you demean yourself? Why, not even a poor - person—Her indignation was fine and genuine. But her tears fell no + How <em>could</em> you, oh, how could you demean yourself? Why, not even a poor + person—” Her indignation was fine and genuine. But her tears fell no longer. Nothing menaced her if they were not really brothers. </p> <p> - “It is not a lie, my clear; sit down. I will swear so much solemnly. It is + “It is not a lie, my dear; sit down. I will swear so much solemnly. It is not a lie, but—” </p> <p> @@ -6453,8 +6506,6 @@ </p> <p> Indeed, Mrs. Failing was in an awkward position. - </p> - <p> Rickie had irritated her, and, in her desire to shock him, she had imperilled her own peace. She had felt so unconventional upon the hillside, when she loosed the horror against him; but now it was darting @@ -6563,6 +6614,9 @@ “But she can’t behave to people like that. She must tell him.” </p> <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> “Because he must be told such a real thing.” </p> <p> @@ -6585,12 +6639,12 @@ together a little. If she won’t, then we ought to.” </p> <p> - “WE tell him?” cried the girl, white with horror. “Tell him now, when - everything has been comfortably arranged?” + “<em>We</em> tell him?” cried the girl, white with horror. + “Tell him now, when everything has been comfortably arranged?” </p> <p> “You see, darling”—he took hold of her hand—“what one must do - is to think the thing out and settle what’s right, I’m still all trembling + is to think the thing out and settle what’s right. I’m still all trembling and stupid. I see it mixed up with other things. I want you to help me. It seems to me that here and there in life we meet with a person or incident that is symbolical. It’s nothing in itself, yet for the moment it stands @@ -6611,7 +6665,7 @@ </p> <p> “I think that all you say is wonderfully clever; but since you ask me, it - IS nonsense, dear Rickie, absolutely.” + <em>is</em> nonsense, dear Rickie, absolutely.” </p> <p> “Thank you,” he said humbly, and began to stroke her hand. “But all my @@ -6720,15 +6774,15 @@ remembering whose son he was, gradually adopted her opinion. He, too, came to be glad that his brother had passed from him untried, that the symbolic moment had been rejected. Stephen was the fruit of sin; therefore he was - sinful, He, too, became a sexual snob. + sinful. He, too, became a sexual snob. </p> <p> And now he must hear the unsavoury details. That evening they sat in the - walled garden. Agues, according to arrangement, left him alone with his + walled garden. Agnes, according to arrangement, left him alone with his aunt. He asked her, and was not answered. </p> <p> - “You are shocked,” she said in a hard, mocking voice, “It is very nice of + “You are shocked,” she said in a hard, mocking voice. “It is very nice of you to be shocked, and I do not wish to grieve you further. We will not allude to it again. Let us all go on just as we are. The comedy is finished.” @@ -6786,12 +6840,12 @@ special praise “Andante Pastorale,” which Rickie had thought too sentimental, but which Agnes had persuaded him to include. The stories were sent to another publisher, who considered them for six weeks, and - then returned them. A fragment of red cotton, Placed by Agnes between the + then returned them. A fragment of red cotton, placed by Agnes between the leaves, had not shifted its position. </p> <p> “Can’t you try something longer, Rickie?” she said; “I believe we’re on - the wrong track. Try an out—and—out love-story.” + the wrong track. Try an out-and-out love-story.” </p> <p> “My notion just now,” he replied, “is to leave the passions on the @@ -6851,7 +6905,7 @@ Tilliard!” </p> <p> - Tilliard blushed, partly on account of the faux pas he had made last June, + Tilliard blushed, partly on account of the <i lang="fr">faux pas</i> he had made last June, partly on account of the restaurant. He explained how he came to be pigging in Soho: it was so frightfully convenient and so frightfully cheap. @@ -6867,7 +6921,7 @@ </p> <p> “Doesn’t one want to see a good deal of life for writing? There’s life of - a sort in Soho,—Un peu de faisan, s’il vows plait.” + a sort in Soho,—<i lang="fr">Un peu de faisan, s’il vous plait.</i>” </p> <p> Agnes also grabbed at the waiter, and paid. She always did the paying, @@ -6894,7 +6948,7 @@ </p> <p> “It’s a pity he sends in this year. There are so many good people in. He’d - have afar better chance if he waited.” + have a far better chance if he waited.” </p> <p> “So I said, but he wouldn’t wait. He’s so keen about this particular @@ -6915,11 +6969,11 @@ </p> <p> They parted. Tilliard liked her, though he did not feel that she was quite - in his couche sociale. His sister, for instance, would never have been + in his <i lang="fr">couche sociale.</i> His sister, for instance, would never have been lured into a Soho restaurant—except for the experience of the thing. - Tilliard’s couche sociale permitted experiences. Provided his heart did - not go out to the poor and the unorthodox, he might stare at them as much - as he liked. It was seeing life. + Tilliard’s <i lang="fr">couche sociale.</i> permitted experiences. + Provided his heart did not go out to the poor and the unorthodox, he might stare at + them as much as he liked. It was seeing life. </p> <p> Agnes put her lover safely into an omnibus at Cambridge Circus. She @@ -6937,8 +6991,8 @@ Rickie smiled feebly. </p> <p> - “Your story does not convince.” He tapped it. “I have read it with very - great pleasure. It convinces in parts, but it does not convince as a + “Your story does not convince.” He tapped it. “I have read + it—with very great pleasure. It convinces in parts, but it does not convince as a whole; and stories, don’t you think, ought to convince as a whole?” </p> <p> @@ -6949,7 +7003,7 @@ “No—no. Please don’t talk like that. I can’t bear to hear any one talk against imagination. There are countless openings for imagination,—for the mysterious, for the supernatural, for all the things you are trying to - do, and which, I hope, you will succeed in doing. I’m not OBJECTING to + do, and which, I hope, you will succeed in doing. I’m not <em>objecting</em> to imagination; on the contrary, I’d advise you to cultivate it, to accent it. Write a really good ghost story and we’d take it at once. Or”—he suggested it as an alternative to imagination—“or you might get @@ -6980,9 +7034,10 @@ death and other things; but the heart of all things was hidden. There was a password and he could not learn it, nor could the kind editor of the “Holborn” teach him. He sighed, and then sighed more piteously. For had he - not known the password once—known it and forgotten it already? But - at this point his fortunes become intimately connected with those of Mr. - Pembroke. + not known the password once—known it and forgotten it already? + </p> + <p> + But at this point his fortunes become intimately connected with those of Mr. Pembroke. </p> <p> <a id="link2H_PART2"> @@ -7077,7 +7132,7 @@ </p> <p> “To my mind also a bright motherly matron is quite sufficient. But that is - what they demand. And that is why—do you see?—we HAVE to + what they demand. And that is why—do you see?—we <em>have</em> to regard your appointment as experimental. Possibly Miss Pembroke will be able to help you. Or I don’t know whether if ever—” He left the sentence unfinished. Two days later Mr. Pembroke proposed to Mrs. Orr. @@ -7190,7 +7245,8 @@ the editor might have been convinced by it. </p> <p> - “But what does he mean?” Rickie was saying. “What does he mean by life?” + “But what does he <em>mean</em>?” Rickie was saying. + “What does he <em>mean</em> by life?” </p> <p> “I know what he means, but I can’t exactly explain. You ought to see life, @@ -7210,8 +7266,6 @@ </p> <p> “But to change the conversation,” said Agnes. - </p> - <p> “If we did marry, we might get to Italy at Easter and escape this horrible fog.” </p> @@ -7333,7 +7387,7 @@ them; and Agnes had been superintending the numbering of the said hats, and the placing of them in cupboards, since they would not be wanted till the end of the term. Each boy had, or should have had, a bag, so that he - need not unpack his box till the morrow, One boy had only a brown-paper + need not unpack his box till the morrow. One boy had only a brown-paper parcel, tied with hairy string, and Rickie heard the firm pleasant voice say, “But you’ll bring a bag next term,” and the submissive, “Yes, Mrs. Elliot,” of the reply. In the passage he ran against the head boy, who was @@ -7341,7 +7395,7 @@ and parted. Two minutes later he ran into another boy, and then into another, and began to wonder whether they were doing it on purpose, and if so, whether he ought to mind. As the day wore on, the noises grew - louder-trampings of feet, breakdowns, jolly little squawks—and the + louder—trampings of feet, breakdowns, jolly little squawks—and the cubicles were assigned, and the bags unpacked, and the bathing arrangements posted up, and Herbert kept on saying, “All this is informal—all this is informal. We shall meet the house at eight fifteen.” @@ -7399,7 +7453,7 @@ learned, and religious, that flowed like a four-part fugue from Mr. Pembroke’s mouth. He was a practised speaker—that is to say, he held his audience’s attention. He told them that this term, the second of his - reign, was THE term for Dunwood House; that it behooved every boy to + reign, was <em>the</em> term for Dunwood House; that it behooved every boy to labour during it for his house’s honour, and, through the house, for the honour of the school. Taking a wider range, he spoke of England, or rather of Great Britain, and of her continental foes. Portraits of @@ -7411,19 +7465,20 @@ “This fortress built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This hazy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea.” - </p> + </p> <p> And it seemed that only a short ladder lay between the preparation room and the Anglo-Saxon hegemony of the globe. Then he paused, and in the silence came “sob, sob, sob,” from a little boy, who was regretting a villa in Guildford and his mother’s half acre of garden. </p> -<pre> -The proceeding terminated with the broader patriotism of the school -anthem, recently composed by the organist. Words and tune were still a -matter for taste, and it was Mr. Pembroke (and he only because he had -the music) who gave the right intonation to - + <p> + The proceeding terminated with the broader patriotism of the school + anthem, recently composed by the organist. Words and tune were still a + matter for taste, and it was Mr. Pembroke (and he only because he had + the music) who gave the right intonation to + </p> + <pre> “Perish each laggard! Let it not be said That Sawston such within her walls hath bred.” @@ -7431,7 +7486,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “Come, come,” he said pleasantly, as they ended with harmonies in the style of Richard Strauss. “This will never do. We must grapple with the - anthem this term—you’re as tuneful as—as day-boys!” + anthem this term. You’re as tuneful as—as day-boys!” </p> <p> Hearty laughter, and then the whole house filed past them and shook hands. @@ -7479,8 +7534,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to my boy not been moved this term?’ ‘Why has my boy been moved this term?’ ‘I am a dissenter, and do not wish my boy to subscribe to the school mission.’ ‘Can you let my boy off early to water the garden?’ Remember - that I have been a day-boy house-master, and tried to infuse some esprit - de corps into them. It is practically impossible. They come as units, and + that I have been a day-boy house-master, and tried to infuse some <i lang="fr">esprit de corps</i> + into them. It is practically impossible. They come as units, and units they remain. Worse. They infect the boarders. Their pestilential, critical, discontented attitude is spreading over the school. If I had my own way—” @@ -7508,14 +7563,14 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to those boys had been scattered over England, leading their own lives. Now, for three months, they must change everything—see new faces, accept new ideals. They, like himself, must enter a beneficent machine, and learn - the value of esprit de corps. Good luck attend them—good luck and a + the value of <i lang="fr">esprit de corps</i>. Good luck attend them—good luck and a happy release. For his heart would have them not in these cubicles and dormitories, but each in his own dear home, amongst faces and things that he knew. </p> <p> Next morning, after chapel, he made the acquaintance of his class. Towards - that he felt very differently. Esprit de corps was not expected of it. It + that he felt very differently. <i lang="fr">Esprit de corps</i> was not expected of it. It was simply two dozen boys who were gathered together for the purpose of learning Latin. His duties and difficulties would not lie here. He was not required to provide it with an atmosphere. The scheme of work was already @@ -7536,7 +7591,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “I felt myself a learner, not a teacher. If I’m wrong over a point, or - don’t know, I mean to tell them at once.” Herbert shook his head. + don’t know, I mean to tell them at once.” + </p> + <p> + Herbert shook his head. </p> <p> “It’s different if I was really a scholar. But I can’t pose as one, can I? @@ -7735,7 +7793,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to sent the boy back to his seat, and after school took the compromising health certificate to the headmaster. The headmaster was at that time easily excited by a breach of the constitution. “Parents or guardians,” he - reputed—“parents or guardians,” and flew with those words on his + repeated—“parents or guardians,” and flew with those words on his lips to Mr. Jackson. To say that Rickie was a cat’s-paw is to put it too strongly. Herbert was strictly honourable, and never pushed him into an illegal or really dangerous position; but there is no doubt that on this @@ -7911,9 +7969,9 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to people talk. We are right and they are wrong, but I wish the thing could have been done more quietly. The headmaster does get so excited. He has given a gang of foolish people their opportunity. I don’t like being - branded as the day-boy’s foe, when I think how much I would have given to + branded as the ‘day-boy’s foe’, when I think how much I would have given to be a day-boy myself. My father found me a nuisance, and put me through the - mill, and I can never forget it particularly the evenings.” + mill, and I can never forget it—particularly the evenings.” </p> <p> “There’s very little bullying here,” said Agnes. @@ -7949,7 +8007,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> He laughed and hit at her. “I’m getting somewhat involved. But hear me, O - Agnes, for I am practical. I approve of our public schools. Long may they, + Agnes, for I am practical. I approve of our public schools. Long may they flourish. But I do not approve of the boarding-house system. It isn’t an inevitable adjunct—” </p> @@ -7958,14 +8016,14 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “Silence, madam. Don’t betray me to Herbert, or I’ll give us the sack. But - seriously, what is the good of, throwing boys so much together? Isn’t it + seriously, what is the good of throwing boys so much together? Isn’t it building their lives on a wrong basis? They don’t understand each other. I wish they did, but they don’t. They don’t realize that human beings are simply marvellous. When they do, the whole of life changes, and you get the true thing. But don’t pretend you’ve got it before you have. - Patriotism and esprit de corps are all very well, but masters a little + Patriotism and <i lang="fr">esprit de corps</i> are all very well, but masters a little forget that they must grow from sentiment. They cannot create one. - Cannot-cannot—cannot. I never cared a straw for England until I + Cannot—cannot—cannot. I never cared a straw for England until I cared for Englishmen, and boys can’t love the school when they hate each other. Ladies and gentlemen, I will now conclude my address. And most of it is copied out of Mr. Ansell.” @@ -7982,8 +8040,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “Mr. Ansell!” cried his wife, laughing somewhat shrilly. “Aha! Now I understand. It’s just the kind of thing poor Mr. Ansell would say. Well, - I’m brutal. I believe it does Varden good to have his ears pulled now and - then, and I don’t care whether they pull them in play or not. Boys ought + I’m brutal. I believe it <em>does</em> Varden <em>good</em> to have his ears pulled now + and then, and I don’t care whether they pull them in play or not. Boys ought to rough it, or they never grow up into men, and your mother would have agreed with me. Oh yes; and you’re all wrong about patriotism. It can, can, create a sentiment.” @@ -8193,7 +8251,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> He resumed his duties with a feeling that he had never left them. Again he - confronted the assembled house. This term was again the term; school still + confronted the assembled house. This term was again <em>the</em> term; school still the world in miniature. The music of the four-part fugue entered into him more deeply, and he began to hum its little phrases. The same routine, the same diplomacies, the same old sense of only half knowing boys or men—he @@ -8262,7 +8320,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to books to prove it is—and I fancy that the bust of Euripides agreed with me, and was sorry for the hot-faced mothers. Jackson will do what he can. He didn’t quite like to state the naked truth-which is, that - boardinghouses pay. He explained it to me afterwards: they are the only, + boarding-houses pay. He explained it to me afterwards: they are the only future open to a stupid master. It’s easy enough to be a beak when you’re young and athletic, and can offer the latest University smattering. The difficulty is to keep your place when you get old and stiff, and younger @@ -8362,7 +8420,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “What’s the good of it?” said Ansell through his teeth. “I will not put up with little things. I would rather be rude than to listen to twaddle from - a man I’ve known. + a man I’ve known.” </p> <p> “You might go down to Sawston, just for a night, to see him.” @@ -8379,7 +8437,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to things he hated most. He doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t make any friends. He is so odd, too. In this day-boy row that has just started he’s gone for my cousin. Would you believe it? Quite spitefully. It made quite a - difficulty when I wanted to dine. It isn’t like him either the sentiments + difficulty when I wanted to dine. It isn’t like him—either the sentiments or the behaviour. I’m sure he’s not himself. Pembroke used to look after the day-boys, and so he can’t very well take the lead against them, and perhaps Rickie’s doing his dirty work—and has overdone it, as decent @@ -8401,7 +8459,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “I think you’re right,” said Widdrington softly. “But we are bloodless - brutes. I wonder whether-If we were different people—something might + brutes. I wonder whether—if we were different people—something might be done to save him. That is the curse of being a little intellectual. You and our sort have always seen too clearly. We stand aside—and meanwhile he turns into stone. Two philosophic youths repining in the @@ -8494,7 +8552,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Oh, I forgot,” interposed Widdrington. “My cousin did tell me.” </p> <p> - “You forgot! Well, after all, I forgot that it might be, We are indeed + “You forgot! Well, after all, I forgot that it might be. We are indeed young men.” He leant against the pedestal of Ilissus and remembered their talk about the Spirit of Life. In his ignorance of what a child means he wondered whether the opportunity he sought lay here. @@ -8727,7 +8785,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to XXIII </p> <p> - Riekie went straight from Varden to his wife, who lay on the sofa in her + Rickie went straight from Varden to his wife, who lay on the sofa in her bedroom. There was now a wide gulf between them. She, like the world she had created for him, was unreal. </p> @@ -8808,7 +8866,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “We had a long talk,” said Agnes quietly. “She told me nothing new—nothing new about the past, I mean. But we had a long talk about the present. I - think” and her voice grew displeased again—“that you have been both + think”—and her voice grew displeased again—“that you have been both wrong and foolish in refusing to make up your quarrel with Aunt Emily.” </p> <p> @@ -8928,10 +8986,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to She became incoherent. </p> <p> - “But WHY not? A reason why he shouldn’t know.” + “But <em>why</em> not? A reason why he shouldn’t know.” </p> <p> - “A reason why he SHOULD know,” she retorted. “I never heard such rubbish! + “A reason why he <em>should</em> know,” she retorted. “I never heard such rubbish! Give me a reason why he should know.” </p> <p> @@ -8961,8 +9019,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to had not openly disagreed before. In the evening he kissed her and said, “How absurd I was to get angry about things that happened last year. I will certainly not write to the person.” She returned the kiss. But he - knew that they had destroyed the habit of reverence, and would quarrel - again. On his rounds he looked in at Varden and asked nonchalantly for the + knew that they had destroyed the habit of reverence, and would quarrel again. + </p> + <p> + On his rounds he looked in at Varden and asked nonchalantly for the letter. He carried it off to his room. It was unwise of him, for his nerves were already unstrung, and the man he had tried to bury was stirring ominously. In the silence he examined the handwriting till he @@ -8977,7 +9037,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to vile phrase ran. But here was an Elliot whose badness was not even gentlemanly. For that Stephen was bad inherently he never doubted for a moment and he would have children: he, not Rickie, would contribute to the - stream; he, through his remote posterity, might mingled with the unknown + stream; he, through his remote posterity, might be mingled with the unknown sea. </p> <p> @@ -8993,8 +9053,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to It was seldom that he prayed so definitely, or ventured to obtrude his private wishes. Religion was to him a service, a mystic communion with good; not a means of getting what he wanted on the earth. But tonight, - through suffering, he was humbled, and became like Mrs. Aberdeen. Hour - after hour he awaited sleep and tried to endure the faces that frothed in + through suffering, he was humbled, and became like Mrs. Aberdeen. + </p> + <p> + Hour after hour he awaited sleep and tried to endure the faces that frothed in the gloom—his aunt’s, his father’s, and, worst of all, the triumphant face of his brother. Once he struck at it, and awoke, having hurt his hand on the wall. Then he prayed hysterically for pardon and @@ -9128,9 +9190,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to I thought so from your walk.” It was Maud Ansell. </p> <p> - “Oh, do come and join us!” he cried. “Let me introduce my wife.” Maud - bowed quite stiffly, but Agnes, taking it for ill-breeding, was not - offended. + “Oh, do come and join us!” he cried. “Let me introduce my wife.” + </p> + <p> + Maud bowed quite stiffly, but Agnes, taking it for ill-breeding, was not offended. </p> <p> “Then I will come!” she continued in shrill, pleasant tones, adroitly @@ -9151,7 +9214,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to friends.” </p> <p> - “How is Mr. Ansell, your brother?” Maud’s face fell. “Hadn’t you heard?” + “How is Mr. Ansell, your brother?” + </p> + <p> + Maud’s face fell. “Hadn’t you heard?” she said in awe-struck tones. </p> <p> @@ -9205,7 +9271,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “If it comes to that, Miss Ansell,” retorted Rickie, in the laughing tones that one adopts on such occasions, “Stewart won’t come to me, though he - has had an invitation.” + <em>has</em> had an invitation.” </p> <p> “Yes,” chimed in Agnes, “we ask Mr. Ansell again and again, and he will @@ -9282,15 +9348,15 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to her marriage was a failure, and in her spare moments regretted it. She wished that her husband was handsomer, more successful, more dictatorial. But she would think, “No, no; one mustn’t grumble. It can’t be helped.” - Ansell was wrong in sup-posing she might ever leave Rickie. Spiritual + Ansell was wrong in supposing she might ever leave Rickie. Spiritual apathy prevented her. Nor would she ever be tempted by a jollier man. Here criticism would willingly alter its tone. For Agnes also has her tragedy. She belonged to the type—not necessarily an elevated one—that loves once and once only. Her love for Gerald had not been a noble passion: no imagination transfigured it. But such as it was, it sprang to - embrace him, and he carried it away with him when he died. Les amours gui - suivrent sont moins involuntaires: by an effort of the will she had warmed - herself for Rickie. + embrace him, and he carried it away with him when he died. + <i lang="fr">Les amours qui suivrent sont moins involuntaires:</i> by an effort of the + will she had warmed herself for Rickie. </p> <p> She is not conscious of her tragedy, and therefore only the gods need weep @@ -9380,7 +9446,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “Indeed I will. Two years ago, when she was already a little anxious, she - did so wish you could undertake him. + did so wish you could undertake him.” </p> <p> “I could not alter a grown man.” But in his heart he thought he could, and @@ -9398,7 +9464,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to tone was mollified, “‘Dear Mr. Pembroke,—Could you, Mrs. Elliot, and Mr. Elliot come to supper with us on Saturday next? I should not merely be pleased, I should be grateful. My wife is writing formally to Mrs. Elliot’—(Here, - Agnes, take your letter),—but I venture to write as well, and to add + Agnes, take your letter),—‘but I venture to write as well, and to add my more uncouth entreaties.’—An olive-branch. It is time! But (ridiculous person!) does he think that we can leave the House deserted and all go out pleasuring in term time?—Rickie, a letter for you.” @@ -9518,8 +9584,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to sun’s decline. </p> <p> - “I MUST see her letter,” he repeated, when the agitation was over. He was - too angry to be diverted from his purpose. Only slight emotions are + “I <em>must</em> see her letter,” he repeated, when the agitation was + over. He was too angry to be diverted from his purpose. Only slight emotions are thwarted by an interlude of farce. </p> <p> @@ -9552,8 +9618,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Whatever I said, you knew what I meant. You knew I’d sooner cut my tongue out than have it used against him. Even then.” He sighed. Had he ruined his brother? A curious tenderness came over him, and passed when he - remembered his own dead child. “We have ruined him, then. Have you any - objection to ‘we’? We have disinherited him.” + remembered his own dead child. “<em>We</em> have ruined him, then. Have + you any objection to ‘we’? <em>We</em> have disinherited him.” </p> <p> “I decide against you,” interposed Herbert. “I have now heard both sides @@ -9635,7 +9701,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to physical loathing. But by now she had accustomed herself to it. </p> <p> - “I am afraid, Bertie boy, there is nothing else to bear, I have tried to + “I am afraid, Bertie boy, there is nothing else to hear, I have tried to find out again and again, but Aunt Emily will not tell me. I suppose it is natural. She wants to shield the Elliot name. She only told us in a fit of temper; then we all agreed to keep it to ourselves; then Rickie again @@ -9643,7 +9709,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to details.” </p> <p> - “A most unsatisfactory position.” “So I feel.” She sat down again with a + “A most unsatisfactory position.” + </p> + <p> + “So I feel.” She sat down again with a sigh. Mrs. Failing had been a great trial to her orderly mind. “She is an odd woman. She is always laughing. She actually finds it amusing that we know no more.” @@ -9714,7 +9783,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to against equality. From it sprang all the things that he hated—class shibboleths, ladies, lidies, the game laws, the Conservative party—all the things that accent the divergencies rather than the similarities in - human nature. Whereas coarseness—But at this point Herbert Pembroke + human nature. Whereas coarseness— But at this point Herbert Pembroke had scrawled with a blue pencil: “Childish. One reads no further.” </p> <p> @@ -9799,7 +9868,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “But it hurts!” he gasped, in the tones of a puzzled civilization. “What you do hurts!” For the young man was nicking him over the shins with the - rim of the book cover. “Little brute-ee—ow!” + rim of the book cover. “Little brute—<em>ee</em>—<em>ow!”</em> </p> <p> “Then say Pax!” @@ -9858,8 +9927,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to themselves. </p> <p> - “It IS the same book,” said the other—“same title, same binding.” He - weighed it like a brick in his muddy hands. + “It <em>is</em> the same book,” said the other—“same + title, same binding.” He weighed it like a brick in his muddy hands. </p> <p> “Open it to see if the inside corresponds,” said Ansell, swallowing a @@ -9867,8 +9936,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> With a liberal allowance of thumb-marks, he turned the pages over and - read, “‘the rural silence that is not a poet’s luxury but a practical need - for all men.’ Yes, it is the same book.” Smiling pleasantly over the + read, “‘—the rural silence that is not a poet’s luxury but a practical need + for all men.’ Yes, it <em>is</em> the same book.” Smiling pleasantly over the discovery, he handed it back to the owner. </p> <p> @@ -9916,7 +9985,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Please.” </p> <p> - “Rickie’s is invariably—filthy.” + “Rickie’s is invariably filthy.” </p> <p> “Who says I know Rickie?” @@ -10026,8 +10095,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to little. One expected nothing of him—no purity of phrase nor swift edged thought. Yet the conviction grew that he had been back somewhere—back to some table of the gods, spread in a field where there is no noise, and - that he belonged for ever to the guests with whom he had eaten. Meanwhile - he was simple and frank, and what he could tell he would tell to any one. + that he belonged for ever to the guests with whom he had eaten. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile he was simple and frank, and what he could tell he would tell to any one. He had not the suburban reticence. Ansell asked him, “Why did Mrs. Failing turn you out of Cadover? I should like to hear that too.” </p> @@ -10059,7 +10130,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to It’s wrong, but it’s there.” </p> <p> - Ansell told him not to be uneasy: he lad already guessed that there might + Ansell told him not to be uneasy: he had already guessed that there might be another side. But he could not make out why Mr. Wonham should have come straight from the aunt to the nephew. They were now sitting on the upturned seat. “What We Want,” a good deal shattered, lay between them. @@ -10072,7 +10143,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to Rings without getting tired, nor gallop a horse out of this view without tiring it, so what is the point of a boundless continent?’ Then I saw that she was frightened of me, and bluffed a bit more, and in the end I was - nipped. She caught me—just like her! when I had nothing on but + nipped. She caught me—just like her—when I had nothing on but flannels, and was coming into the house, having licked the Cadchurch team. She stood up in the doorway between those stone pilasters and said, ‘No! Never again!’ and behind her was Wilbraham, whom I tried to turn out, and @@ -10110,9 +10181,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to night through not having any tobacco.” </p> <p> - “But I’m not proud. Look how I’ve taken your pouch! The hundred pounds was—well, + “But I’m not proud. Look how I’ve taken your pouch! + The hundred pounds was—well, can’t you see yourself, it was quite different? It was, so to speak, - inconvenient for me to take the hundred pounds. Or look again how I took a + <em>inconvenient</em> for me to take the hundred pounds. Or look again how I took a shilling from a boy who earns nine bob a-week! Proves pretty conclusively I’m not proud.” </p> @@ -10147,7 +10219,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to antiquities. He was neither proud of them nor ashamed. A man must have parents, or he cannot enter the delightful world. A man, if he has a brother, may reasonably visit him, for they may have interests in common. - He continued his narrative, how in the night he had heard the clocks, how + He continued his narrative,—how in the night he had heard the clocks, how at daybreak, instead of entering the city, he had struck eastward to save money,—while Ansell still looked at the house and found that all his imagination and knowledge could lead him no farther than this: how @@ -10168,7 +10240,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to summons from the house. </p> <p> - “He said I ought to be ashamed of myself. He said, ‘I’ll not be the means + “He said I ought to be ashamed of myself. He said, <em>‘I</em>’ll not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman and lady.’ I told him not to be a fool. I said I knew what I was about. Rickie and Agnes are properly educated, which leads people to look at things straight, and not go @@ -10179,14 +10251,14 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “And Mrs. Elliot?” </p> <p> - “Oh, she won’t mind, and I told the man so; but he kept on saying, ‘I’ll - not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman and lady,’ until - I got out of his rotten cart.” His eye watched the man a Nonconformist, + “Oh, she won’t mind, and I told the man so; but he kept on saying, + <em>‘I</em>’ll not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman + and lady,’ until I got out of his rotten cart.” His eye watched the man, a Nonconformist, driving away over God’s earth. “I caught the train by running. I got to Waterloo at—” </p> <p> - Here the parlour-maid fluttered towards them, Would Mr. Wonham come in? + Here the parlour-maid fluttered towards them. Would Mr. Wonham come in? Mrs. Elliot would be glad to see him now. </p> <p> @@ -10194,8 +10266,6 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “It’s all the same,” said Stephen, and moved towards the house. - </p> - <p> “You see, I only left my name. They don’t know why I’ve come.” </p> <p> @@ -10230,7 +10300,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to alone would he remain there. </p> <p> - “I ought to knock my pipe out? Was that it?” “By no means. Go in, your + “I ought to knock my pipe out? Was that it?” + </p> + <p> + “By no means. Go in, your pipe and you.” </p> <p> @@ -10261,13 +10334,11 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to never troubled over “details.” He seldom watched people, and never thought that they were watching him. Nor could he guess how much it meant to her that he should enter her presence smoking. Had she not said once at - Cadover, “Oh, please smoke; I love the smell of a pipe”? + Cadover, “Oh, <em>please</em> smoke; I love the smell of a pipe”? </p> <p> “Would you sit down? Exactly there, please.” She placed him at a large table, opposite an inkpot and a pad of blotting-paper. - </p> - <p> “Will you tell your ‘tremendous news’ to me? My brother and my husband are giving the boys their dinner.” </p> @@ -10350,8 +10421,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to pseudo-legal document, just composed by Herbert. </p> <p> - “In consideration of the sum of..., I agree to perpetual silence—to - restrain from libellous...never to molest the said Frederick Elliot by + “In consideration of the sum of........., I agree to perpetual silence—to + restrain from libellous…never to molest the said Frederick Elliot by intruding—‘” </p> <p> @@ -10449,7 +10520,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to imperial portraits, and over the harmonium to which they sang the evening hymns was spread the Union Jack. Sunday dinner, the most pompous meal of the week, was in progress. Her brother sat at the head of the high table, - her husband at the head of the second. To each he gave a reassuring nod + her husband at the head of the second. To each she gave a reassuring nod and went to her own seat, which was among the junior boys. The beef was being carried out; she stopped it. “Mr. Ansell is coming,” she called. “Herbert there is more room by you; sit up straight, boys.” The boys sat @@ -10536,7 +10607,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to has known of him two years and been ashamed. He has—oh—oh—how it fits together! Rickie, it’s you, not Mrs. Silt, who must have sent tales of him to your aunt. It’s you who’ve turned him out of Cadover. It’s - you who’ve ordered him to be ruined today.” + you who’ve ordered him to be ruined today. Mrs. Elliot, I beg your pardon.” </p> <p> Now Herbert arose. “Out of my sight, sir! But have it from me first that @@ -10674,7 +10745,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to No. Mix them together and pour some coffee—An appalling smell at once burst forth, and every one began to cough and cry. This was good for the earth when she felt sour, for he knew when the earth was ill. He knew, - too, when she was hungry he spoke of her tantrums—the strange + too, when she was hungry: he spoke of her tantrums—the strange unscientific element in her that will baffle the scientist to the end of time. “Study away, Mrs. Elliot,” he told her; “read all the books you can get hold of; but when it comes to the point, stroll out with a pipe in @@ -10753,7 +10824,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Promise me just this, then—not to do anything crooked.” </p> <p> - “I’m straight. No boasting, but I couldn’t do a crooked thing—No, + “I’m straight. No boasting, but I couldn’t do a crooked thing—no, not if I tried.” </p> <p> @@ -10806,7 +10877,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to beautiful beyond the laws of beauty, that manure is neither gross nor ludicrous, that a fire, not eternal, glows at the heart of the earth, it was intolerable to be put off with what the Elliots called “philosophy,” - and, if she refused, to be told that she had no sense of humour. “Tarrying + and, if she refused, to be told that she had no sense of humour. “Marrying into the Elliot family.” It had sounded so splendid, for she was a penniless child with nothing to offer, and the Elliots held their heads high. For what reason? What had they ever done, except say sarcastic @@ -10826,7 +10897,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to brought me so many flowers?” </p> <p> - “My garden is full of them,” he answered. “Sweetpeas need picking down. + “My garden is full of them,” he answered. “Sweet-peas need picking down. And, generally speaking, flowers are plentiful in July.” </p> <p> @@ -10836,7 +10907,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to herself. Presently he said, “Your husband is no good. I’ve watched him for a week. I’m thirty, and not what you call hasty, as I used to be, or thinking that nothing matters like the French. No. I’m a plain Britisher, - yet—I—I’ve begun wrong end, Mrs. Elliot; I should have said + yet—I— I’ve begun wrong end, Mrs. Elliot; I should have said that I’ve thought chiefly of you for six years, and that though I talk here so respectfully, if I once unhooked my hands—” </p> @@ -10863,7 +10934,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to But the maid answered the bell not of the drawing-room, but of the front door. They were joined by Mr. Elliot, who held out his hand with much urbanity. It was not taken. He looked quickly at his wife, and said, “Am I - de trop?” There was a long silence. At last she said, “Frederick, turn + <i lang="fr">de trop?</i>” There was a long silence. At last she said, “Frederick, turn this man out.” </p> <p> @@ -10873,7 +10944,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to Robert said that he loved her. </p> <p> - “Then I am de trop,” said Mr. Elliot, smoothing out his gloves. He would + “Then I am <i lang="fr">de trop</i>,” said Mr. Elliot, smoothing out his gloves. He would give these sodden barbarians a lesson. “My hansom is waiting at the door. Pray make use of it.” </p> @@ -10888,14 +10959,14 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> “Turn him out at once!” she cried. “He has insulted your wife. Save me, - save me!” She clung to her husband and wept. “He was going I had managed + save me!” She clung to her husband and wept. “He was going—I had managed him—he would never have known—” Mr. Elliot repulsed her. </p> <p> “If you don’t feel inclined to start at once,” he said with easy civility, - “Let us have a little tea. My dear sir, do forgive me for not shooting - you. Nous avons change tout cela. Please don’t look so nervous. Please do - unclasp your hands—” + “let us have a little tea. My dear sir, do forgive me for not shooting + you. <i lang="fr">Nous avons changé tout cela.</i> Please don’t look so + nervous. Please do unclasp your hands—” </p> <p> He was alone. @@ -10935,7 +11006,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to nerves but from the soul. </p> <p> - “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars + “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlours of heaven.” @@ -10959,7 +11030,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to the sight of man.” </p> <p> - “You conventional!” she exclaimed in disgust. “What they have done means + “You conventional!” she exclaimed in disgust. + </p> + <p> + “What they have done means misery not only for themselves but for others. For your brother, though you will not think of him. For the little boy—did you think of him? And perhaps for another child, who will have the whole world against him @@ -11030,7 +11104,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to Stephen was born, and altered her life. She could still love people passionately; she still drew strength from the heroic past. Yet, to keep to her bond, she must see this son only as a stranger. She was protected - be the conventions, and must pay them their fee. And a curious thing + by the conventions, and must pay them their fee. And a curious thing happened. Her second child drew her towards her first. She began to love Rickie also, and to be more than useful to him. And as her love revived, so did her capacity for suffering. Life, more important, grew more bitter. @@ -11057,7 +11131,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to world? He had other instincts, but these gave him no trouble. He simply gratified each as it occurred, provided he could do so without grave injury to his fellows. But the instinct to wonder at the night was not to - be thus appeased. At first he had lived under the care of Mr. Failing the + be thus appeased. + </p> + <p> + At first he had lived under the care of Mr. Failing—the only person to whom his mother spoke freely, the only person who had treated her neither as a criminal nor as a pioneer. In their rare but intimate conversations she had asked him to educate her son. “I will teach @@ -11106,7 +11183,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to sturdy limbs, and a face not ugly,—gifts that his habits confirmed. They had also given him a cloudless spirit—the spirit of the seventeen days in which he was created. But they had not given him the - spirit of their sit years of waiting, and love for one person was never to + spirit of their six years of waiting, and love for one person was never to be the greatest thing he knew. </p> <p> @@ -11167,7 +11244,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to vindictive, she was determined to treat him well, and thought with satisfaction of our distant colonies. But he burst into an odd passion: he would sooner starve than leave England. “Why?” she asked. “Are you in - love?” He picked up a lump of the chalk-they were by the arbour—and + love?” He picked up a lump of the chalk—they were by the arbour—and made no answer. The vicar murmured, “It is not like going abroad—Greater Britain—blood is thicker than water—” A lump of chalk broke her drawing-room window on the Saturday. @@ -11185,7 +11262,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> When they wronged him he walked quietly away. He never thought of - allotting the blame, nor or appealing to Ansell, who still sat brooding in + allotting the blame, nor of appealing to Ansell, who still sat brooding in the side-garden. He only knew that educated people could be horrible, and that a clean liver must never enter Dunwood House again. The air seemed stuffy. He spat in the gutter. Was it yesterday he had lain in the @@ -11205,7 +11282,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to Flea, who ought to be in them now, shining before his girl. “I daresay he’ll be ashamed and not go to see her, and then she’ll take the other man.” He was also very hungry. That worm Mrs. Elliot would be through her - lunch by now. Trying his braces round him, and tearing up those old wet + lunch by now. Tying his braces round him, and tearing up those old wet documents, he stepped forth to make money. A villainous young brute he looked: his clothes were dirty, and he had lost the spring of the morning. Touching the walls, frowning, talking to himself at times, he slouched @@ -11224,7 +11301,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to fields, even swift, even pure, until they mirrored the tower of Christchurch and greeted the ramparts of the Isle of Wight. Of these he thought for a moment as he crossed the black river and entered the heart - of the modern world. Here he found employment. He was not hampered by + of the modern world. + </p> + <p> + Here he found employment. He was not hampered by genteel traditions, and, as it was near quarter-day, managed to get taken on at a furniture warehouse. He moved people from the suburbs to London, from London to the suburbs, from one suburb to another. His companions @@ -11417,8 +11497,6 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to too much. It has been one of our absurdities. Don’t look so sad, Herbert. I’m sorry for you people, but he’s sure to let us down easy.” For his experience of drunkards and of Stephen was small. - </p> - <p> He supposed that he had come without malice to renew the offer of ten days ago. </p> @@ -11444,7 +11522,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> The spare room bell rang. Herbert had a painful struggle between curiosity and duty, for the bell for chapel was ringing also, and he must go through - the drizzle to school. He promised to come up in the interval, Rickie, who + the drizzle to school. He promised to come up in the interval. Rickie, who had rapped his head that Sunday on the edge of the table, was still forbidden to work. Before him a quiet morning lay. Secure of his victory, he took the portrait of their mother in his hand and walked leisurely @@ -11568,11 +11646,13 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to then—I know I was wrong—” </p> <p> - “And where do I come in?” He kicked the hassock. “I haven’t risen from the - dead. I haven’t altered since last Sunday week. I’m—” He stuttered + “And where do I come in?” He kicked the hassock. <em>“I</em> + haven’t risen from the dead. <em>I</em> haven’t altered since last + Sunday week. I’m—” He stuttered again. He could not quite explain what he was. “The man towards Andover—after all, he was having principles. But you’ve—” His voice broke. “I mind - it—I’m—I don’t alter—blackguard one week—live here + it—I’m—<em>I</em> don’t alter—blackguard one + week—live here the next—I keep to one or the other—you’ve hurt something most badly in me that I didn’t know was there.” </p> @@ -11623,12 +11703,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> “There you’re right, Mrs. Elliot!” he shouted, starting out of the temperate past. “We haven’t altered.” With a rare flash of insight he - turned on Rickie. “I see your game. You don’t care about ME drinking, or - to shake MY hand. It’s some one else you want to cure—as it were, + turned on Rickie. “I see your game. You don’t care about <em>me</em> drinking, or + to shake <em>my</em> hand. It’s some one else you want to cure—as it were, that old photograph. You talk to me, but all the time you look at the photograph.” He snatched it up. - </p> - <p> “I’ve my own ideas of good manners, and to look friends between the eyes is one of them; and this”—he tore the photograph across “and this”—he tore it again—“and these—” He flung the pieces at the man, who @@ -11710,7 +11788,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Yes.” </p> <p> - Stephen stood irresolute. “I suppose you and she pulled together?” He said + Stephen stood irresolute. “I suppose you and she pulled together?” he said at last. </p> <p> @@ -11718,7 +11796,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to stop.” </p> <p> - “Oh, THAT’S out of the question,” said Stephen, brushing his cap. + “Oh, <em>that’s</em> out of the question,” said Stephen, brushing his cap. </p> <p> “If you’ve guessed anything, I’d be obliged if you didn’t mention it. I’ve @@ -11741,8 +11819,9 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “I wish you’d have some breakfast before starting.” </p> <p> - “No food, thanks. But you know” He paused. “It’s all been a muddle, and - I’ve no objection to your coming along with me.” + “No food, thanks. But you know—” He paused. + “It’s all been a muddle, and I’ve no objection to your coming + along with me.” </p> <p> The cloud descended lower. @@ -11855,8 +11934,6 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to She smiled again. Stephen had evoked her secret, and she hated him more for that than for anything else that he had done. The poise of his shoulders that morning—it was no more—had recalled Gerald. - </p> - <p> If only she had not been so tired! He had reminded her of the greatest thing she had known, and to her cloudy mind this seemed degradation. She had turned to him as to her lover; with a look, which a man of his type @@ -11957,8 +12034,8 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to directions for obtaining luncheon-baskets, and felt the texture of the cushions. Through the windows a signal-box interested him. Then he saw the ugly little town that was now his home, and up its chief street the - Ansells’ memorable facade. The spirit of a genial comedy dwelt there. It - was so absurd, so kindly. The house was divided against itself and yet + Ansells’ memorable facade. The spirit of a genial comedy + dwelt there. It was so absurd, so kindly. The house was divided against itself and yet stood. Metaphysics, commerce, social aspirations—all lived together in harmony. Mr. Ansell had done much, but one was tempted to believe in a more capricious power—the power that abstains from “nipping.” “One @@ -11966,7 +12043,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to the poems of Shelley, a man less foolish than you supposed. How pleasant it was to read! If business worried him, if Stephen was noisy or Ansell perverse, there still remained this paradise of books. It seemed as if he - had read nothing for two years. Then the train stopped for the shunting, + had read nothing for two years. + </p> + <p> + Then the train stopped for the shunting, and he heard protests from minor officials who were working on the line. They complained that some one who didn’t ought to, had mounted on the footboard of the carriage. Stephen’s face appeared, convulsed with @@ -12022,7 +12102,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to never thought we should pull through.” </p> <p> - “Well, we DIDN’T. We never did what we meant. It’s nonsense that I + “Well, we <em>didn’t</em>. We never did what we meant. It’s nonsense that I couldn’t have managed you alone. I’ve a notion. Slip out after your dinner this evening, and we’ll get thundering tight together.” </p> @@ -12080,7 +12160,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to one?” said Stephen defiantly. </p> <p> - “Need we discuss self.” + “Need we discuss it again? Because you harm yourself.” </p> <p> “Oh, I can stop myself any minute I choose. I just say ‘I won’t’ to you or @@ -12202,7 +12282,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to convinced that our life is a state of some importance, and our earth not a place to beat time on. Of so much Stephen was convinced: he showed it in his work, in his play, in his self-respect, and above all—though the - fact is hard to face-in his sacred passion for alcohol. Drink, today, is + fact is hard to face—in his sacred passion for alcohol. Drink, today, is an unlovely thing. Between us and the heights of Cithaeron the river of sin now flows. Yet the cries still call from the mountain, and granted a man has responded to them, it is better he respond with the candour of the @@ -12242,8 +12322,6 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Pious people. But I don’t hold with bishops.” He was young enough to be uneasy. The cathedral, a fount of superstition, must find no place in his life. At the age of twenty he had settled things. - </p> - <p> “I’ve got my own philosophy,” he once told Ansell, “and I don’t care a straw about yours.” Ansell’s mirth had annoyed him not a little. And it was strange that one so settled should feel his heart leap up at the sight @@ -12331,7 +12409,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to that there trap of yours, see, to drive hisself back in.” </p> <p> - “I’ve no objection,” said the boy, as if deeply offended. For a time he + <em>“I’ve</em> no objection,” said the boy, as if deeply offended. For a time he sat motionless, and then got down, remarking, “I won’t rob you of your sixpence.” </p> @@ -12352,8 +12430,9 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> Rickie shuffled his feet. But his irritation passed. He saw that the little incident had been a quiet challenge to the civilization that he had - known. “Organize.” “Systematize.” “Fill up every moment,” “Induce esprit - de corps.” He reviewed the watchwords of the last two years, and found + known. “Organize.” “Systematize.” “Fill up every + moment,” “Induce <i lang="fr">esprit de corps.</i>” + He reviewed the watchwords of the last two years, and found that they ignored personal contest, personal truces, personal love. By following them Sawston School had lost its quiet usefulness and become a frothy sea, wherein plunged Dunwood House, that unnecessary ship. Humbled, @@ -12444,7 +12523,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> <p> While he spoke even the road vanished, and invisible water came gurgling - through the wheel-spokes. The horse had chosen the ford. “You can’t own + through the wheel-spokes. The horse had chosen the ford. + </p> + <p> + “You can’t own people. At least a fellow can’t. It may be different for a poet. (Let the horse drink.) And I want to marry some one, and don’t yet know who she is, which a poet again will tell you is disgusting. Does it disgust you? Being @@ -12474,7 +12556,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to water for matches: there was some trick with paper which Mr. Failing had showed him, and which he would show Rickie now, instead of talking nonsense. Bending down, he illuminated the dimpled surface of the ford. - “Quite a current.” he said, and his face flickered out in the darkness. + “Quite a current,” he said, and his face flickered out in the darkness. “Yes, give me the loose paper, quick! Crumple it into a ball.” </p> <p> @@ -12487,7 +12569,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> But they played as boys who continued the nonsense of the railway carriage. The paper caught fire from the match, and spread into a rose of - flame. “Now gently with me,” said Stephen, and they laid it flowerlike on + flame. “Now gently with me,” said Stephen, and they laid it flower-like on the stream. Gravel and tremulous weeds leapt into sight, and then the flower sailed into deep water, and up leapt the two arches of a bridge. “It’ll strike!” they cried; “no, it won’t; it’s chosen the left,” and one @@ -12645,7 +12727,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “About a man and a woman who meet and are happy.” </p> <p> - “Somewhat of a tour de force, I conclude.” + “Somewhat of a <i lang="fr">tour de force</i>, I conclude.” </p> <p> He frowned. “In literature we needn’t intrude our own limitations. I’m not @@ -12667,8 +12749,11 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Yes.” </p> <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> “Because, as we used to say at Cambridge, the cow is there. The world is - real again. This is a room, that a window, outside is the night.” + real again. This is a room, that a window, outside is the night—” </p> <p> “Go on.” @@ -12741,7 +12826,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to <p> Since the plumes of the fir-trees touched over the drive, only a very little light penetrated. It was clearer outside the lodge gate, and - bubbles of air, which Wiltshire seemed to have travelled from an immense + bubbles of air, which seemed to have travelled from an immense distance, broke gently and separately on his face. They paused on the bridge. He asked whether the little fish and the bright green weeds were here now as well as in the summer. The footman had not noticed. Over the @@ -12868,7 +12953,10 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to promise for these few days.” </p> <p> - “No, sir.” “‘No, sir,’” stamped Rickie. “‘Yes! no! yes!’ Can’t you speak + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “‘No, sir,’” stamped Rickie. “‘Yes! no! yes!’ Can’t you speak out? Is he drunk or isn’t he?” </p> <p> @@ -12935,7 +13023,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to dissipated by a man, her beauty defiled in a man. She would not continue. That mystic rose and the face it illumined meant nothing. The stream—he was above it now—meant nothing, though it burst from the pure turf - and ran for ever to the sea. The bather, the shoulders of Orion-they all + and ran for ever to the sea. The bather, the shoulders of Orion—they all meant nothing, and were going nowhere. The whole affair was a ridiculous dream. </p> @@ -13010,7 +13098,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to might well call ‘Pan Pipes.’” </p> <p> - “Are you sure `Pan Pipes’ haven’t been used up already?” + “Are you sure ‘Pan Pipes’ haven’t been used up already?” </p> <p> Mr. Pembroke clenched his teeth. He had been bearing with this sort of @@ -13034,7 +13122,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to classics. Let us proceed.” </p> <p> - “Oh yes the introduction. There must be one. It was the introduction with + “Oh yes—the introduction. There must be one. It was the introduction with all those wrong details that sold the other book.” </p> <p> @@ -13104,7 +13192,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to his family!” </p> <p> - “It’s legal. Interstate succession.” + “It’s legal. Intestate succession.” </p> <p> “I do not dispute it. But it is a lesson to one to make a will. Mrs. @@ -13129,7 +13217,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to “Yes.” </p> <p> - “A case of half and half-division of profits.” + “A case of half and half—division of profits.” </p> <p> “Half and half?” said the young farmer slowly. “What do you take me for? @@ -13277,7 +13365,7 @@ the music) who gave the right intonation to life. By whose authority? Though he could not phrase it, he believed that he guided the future of our race, and that, century after century, his thoughts and his passions would triumph in England. The dead who had - evoked him, the unborn whom he would evoke he governed the paths between + evoked him, the unborn whom he would evoke—he governed the paths between them. By whose authority? </p> <p> |