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"Anne," she said, "do you think you could look after Colin if I went up to Evelyn's for a week or two?" Evelyn was Adeline's sister. She lived in London. "Of course I can." "You aren't afraid of being alone with him?" "Afraid? Of Col-Col? What do you take me for?" "Well " Adeline meditated. "It isn't as if Mrs. Benning wasn't here." Mrs. Benning was the housekeeper.
You'll stick it till you drop, till you're paralyzed, till you've lost your voice and memory, till you're an utter wreck. There'll be enough of 'em, poor devils, without you, Col-Col." "But why should I go like that more than anybody else?" "Because you're made that way, because you haven't got a nervous system that can stand the racket. The noises alone will do for you.
Eliot shouted "We can't, Col-Col, it's too far," but Colin looked so pathetic, standing there in the big field, that Jerrold couldn't bear it. "I think," he said, "we might let him come." "Yes. Let him," Anne said. "Rot. He can't walk it." "I can," said Colin. "I can." "I tell you he can't. If he's tired he'll be sick in the night and then he'll say it's ghosts." Colin's mouth trembled.
After all, she's his wife, and she made him go out and fight, though she knew what Eliot said it would do to him. It's too cruel that it should have happened to Col-Col of all people. Make that woman come. Your loving Adeline Fielding. Nieuport. September 5th, 1915. Darling Auntie, I'm so sorry about dear Col-Col. And I quite agree that Queenie ought to go back and look after him. But she won't.
"'What will you leave to your lover, Rendal, my son? What will you leave to your lover, my pretty one? A rope to hang her, mother, A rope to hang her, mother...." "Go it, Col-Col!" Out on the terrace Queenie laughed her harsh, cruel laugh. "'For I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down." "'I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down," Queenie echoed, with clipped words, mocking him.
Colin had never got over his father's death and Jerrold's going; and the last thing Jerrold had said to her before he went was; "You'll look after Col-Col, won't you? Don't let him go grousing about by himself." Jerrold had always expected her to look after Colin. At seventeen there was still something piteous and breakable about him, something that clung to you for help.
Only after they had left Colin in the schoolroom, he turned on Jerrold. "Some day," he said, "Col-Col will be a perfect nuisance. Then you and Anne'll have to pay for it." "Why me and Anne?" "Because you'll both be fools enough to keep on giving in to him." "I suppose," said Jerrold bitterly, "you think you're clever."
Her eyes were fixed on Colin, trying, you could see, to dominate him. "We'd better take it in turns," he said. "Thanks, Col-Col. I'd rather not play. I've driven ninety-seven miles." "Really rather?" Queenie backed towards the court. "Oh, come on, Colin, if you're coming." He went. "What do you think of Queenie?" Adeline said. "She's very handsome." "Yes, Anne. But it isn't a nice face.
And by turns they carried him, from the valley of the Windlode to the valley of the Speed, past Hayes Mill, through Lower Speed, Upper Speed, and up the fields to Wyck Manor. Then up the stairs to the schoolroom, pursued by their mother's cries. "Oh Col-Col, my little Col-Col! What have you done to him, Eliot?" Eliot bore it like a lamb.
I like my laughing boy best. You wouldn't catch Jerry singing a dismal song like that." "Darling, you used to say Colin was your favourite." "No, my dear. Never. Never. It was always Jerrold. Ever since he was born. He never cried when he was a baby. Colin was always crying." "Poor Col-Col." "There you are. Nobody'll ever say, 'Poor Jerrold'. I like happy people, Anne.
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