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I admired Margaret very much, I was fully aware of all that she and I might give each other; indeed so far as Altiora went we were quite in agreement. But what seemed solid ground to Altiora and the ultimate footing of her emasculated world, was to me just the superficial covering of a gulf oh! abysses of vague and dim, and yet stupendously significant things.
"They did not consider," said Altiora, raising her voice and going right over me, "that I had allowed sufficiently for the inevitable development of an official administrative class in the modern state." "Nor of its importance," echoed Oscar. That, they explained in a sort of chorus, was the cardinal idea of their lives, what they were up to, what they stood for.
We made that Misterton tea-party and the subsequent marriages of my cousins and the world of Burslem generally, matter for quite an agreeable conversation until at last Altiora, following her invariable custom, called me by name imperatively out of our duologue. "Mr.
I don't know what dreams Altiora may have had in her schoolroom days, I always suspected her of suppressed and forgotten phases, but certainly her general effect now was of an entirely passionless worldliness in these matters. Indeed so far as I could get at her, she regarded sexual passion as being hardly more legitimate in a civilised person than let us say homicidal mania.
"Mostly we hate them like poison jealousy and little irritations Altiora can be a horror at times but we HAVE to come." "Things are being done?" "Oh! no doubt of it. It's one of the parts of the British machinery that doesn't show.... But nobody else could do it. "Two people," said Esmeer, "who've planned to be a power in an original way. And by Jove! they've done it!"
That sort of thing was over.... What indeed wasn't over? I passed to a vaguer, more multitudinous perception of disaster, the friends I had lost already since Altiora began her campaign, the ampler remnant whom now I must lose.
Lots of people, I gathered, were coming and going in the neighbourhood, the Ponts were in a villa on the river, and the Rickhams' houseboat was to moor for some days; but these irruptions did not impede a great deal of duologue between Margaret and myself. Altiora was efficient rather than artistic in her match-making.
Secretaries were the Baileys' one extravagance, they loved to think of searches going on in the British Museum, and letters being cleared up and precis made overhead, while they sat in the little study and worked together, Bailey with a clockwork industry, and Altiora in splendid flashes between intervals of cigarettes and meditation.
Can you see Altiora down there, by any chance?" "She's too little to be seen," she said. "Can you see the sins they once committed?" "I can only see you here beside me, dear for ever. For all my life, dear, till I die. Was that the sin?"... I took her to the station, and after she had gone I was to drive to Dover, and cross to Calais by the night boat. I couldn't, I felt, return to London.
Her intention became much clearer as the year developed. Altiora was systematic even in matters that evade system. I was to marry Margaret, and freed from the need of making an income I was to come into politics as an exponent of Baileyism. She put it down with the other excellent and advantageous things that should occupy her summer holiday.
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