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Lucia rang up house after house, only to find that its inhabitants were already engaged. She had got Olga and Georgie, and could begin the good work of education and the crushing of rivalry, not by force but by pure and refined example, but Mrs Quantock had got everybody else. In the old days this could never have happened for everything devolved round one central body.
"Then do you propose he should stop here till he's called somewhere else?" She continued smiling. "I don't propose anything," she said. "It's not in my hands." Under the calming influence of the fish curry, Robert remained still placid. "He's a first-rate cook anyhow," he said. "Can't you engage him as that? Call to the kitchen, you know." "Darling!" said Mrs Quantock, sending out more love.
Only those wide fens, across which he could not go, had kept our great King Kenwalch from pushing Wessex yet westward, and along their line had been our frontier since his days until, not long before Ina came to the throne, Kentwine crossed them to the north and cleared the marauding Welsh of the Quantock hills and forests from the river to the sea, setting honest Saxon franklins here and there in the new-won land, to keep it for him.
High over the valley's head rose a great hill, and on that was an ancient camp. It was what they call the "Dinas," the refuge camp of the Quantock side, which one can see from Glastonbury and all the Mendips.
"Beer!" began Mrs Quantock, when she suddenly remembered Georgie's story about Rush and the Guru and the brandy-bottle, and stopped. "Yes, dear, I said 'beer," remarked Robert a little irritably, "and in any case I insist that you dismiss your present cook. You only took her because she was a Christian Scientist, and you've left that little sheep-fold now.
Should Daisy Quantock refuse to take him to Mrs Lucas altogether, with a message of regret that he did not feel himself sent? Still following that ramification of this policy, should she bribe Georgie over to her own revolutionary camp, by promising him instruction from the Guru?
Lucia was on Georgie's right, Mrs Colonel as she had decided to call herself, on his left. Everyone had a small bunch of violets in the napkin, but Lucia had the largest. She had also a footstool. "Capital good soup," remarked Mr Quantock. "Can't get soup like this at home." There was dead silence. Why was there never a silence when Olga was there, wondered Georgie.
It had been a cold morning, clear and frosty, and she had caused a good fire to be lit in the Princess's bedroom, for her to dress by. It still prospered in the grate, and Mrs Quantock, having shut the door and locked it, put on to it the false eyebrows, which, as they turned to ash, flew up the chimney.
Take not too much thought, when it is only white souls who are together." Mrs Quantock patted his shoulder. "It is all good and kind Om," she said. "I send out my message of love. There!" It was necessary to descend from these high altitudes, and Lucia proceeded to do so, as in a parachute that dropped swiftly at first, and then floated in still air.
In the course of an animated conversation of half an hour, the lady explained that if Mrs Quantock was, like her, a searcher after psychical truths, and cared to come to her flat at half-past four that afternoon, she would try to help her.
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