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Yes, or no!" he thundered, so that Tibby started. "In my rooms she mentioned some friends, called the Basts " "Who are the Basts?" "People friends of hers at Evie's wedding." "I don't remember. But, by great Scott! I do. My aunt told me about some tag-rag. Was she full of them when you saw her? Is there a man? Did she speak of the man? Or look here have you had any dealings with him?"
He could scarcely attend to Margaret, who brought back disquieting news from the George. Helen and her clients had gone. "Well, let them go the man and his wife, I mean, for the more we see of your sister the better." "But they have gone separately Helen very early, the Basts just before I arrived. They have left no message. They have answered neither of my notes.
He could scarcely attend to Margaret who brought back disquieting news from the George. Helen and her clients had gone. "Well, let them go the man and his wife, I mean, for the more we see of your sister the better." "But they have gone separately Helen very early, the Basts just before I arrived. They have left no message. They have answered neither of my notes.
"In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn't the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won't do." "Give them a chance. Give them money. Don't dole them out poetry-books and railway-tickets like babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things.
For weeks I had blamed Mr. Wilcox only, and so, when your letters came " "I need never have written them," sighed Margaret. "They never shielded Henry. How hopeless it is to tidy away the past, even for others!" "I did not know that it was your own idea to dismiss the Basts." "Looking back, that was wrong of me." "Looking back, darling, I know that it was right.
The lovely creature raised domes and spires into the cloudless blue, and only the ganglion of vulgarity round Carfax showed how evanescent was the phantom, how faint its claim to represent England. Helen, rehearsing her commission, noticed nothing: the Basts were in her brain, and she retold the crisis in a meditative way, which might have made other men curious.
He did not rely upon the sandwich for lunch, but liked to have it by him in case he grew hungry at eleven. When he had gone, there was the house to look after, and the servants to humanise, and several kettles of Helen's to keep on the boil. Her conscience pricked her a little about the Basts; she was not sorry to have lost sight of them.
The Basts had just been evicted for not paying their rent, and had wandered no one knew whither. Helen had begun bungling with her money by this time, and had even sold out her shares in the Nottingham and Derby Railway. For some weeks she did nothing. Then she reinvested, and, owing to the good advice of her stockbrokers, became rather richer than she had been before.
The flight from Oniton; the unbalanced patronage of the Basts; the explosion of grief up on the Downs all connected with Paul, an insignificant boy whose lips had kissed hers for a fraction of time. Margaret and Mrs. Wilcox had feared that they might kiss again. Foolishly the real danger was reaction. Reaction against the Wilcoxes had eaten into her life until she was scarcely sane.
The flight from Oniton; the unbalanced patronage of the Basts; the explosion of grief up on the Downs all connected with Paul, an insignificant boy whose lips had kissed hers for a fraction of time. Margaret and Mrs. Wilcox had feared that they might kiss again. Foolishly: the real danger was reaction. Reaction against the Wilcoxes had eaten into her life until she was scarcely sane.
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