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Now it had never occurred to Mr. Direck to ask why there were no Indian nor Chinese Utopias, and even Mr. Carmine seemed surprised to discover this deficiency. "The primitive patriarchal village is Utopia to India and China," said Mr. Carmine, when they had a little digested the inquiry. "Or at any rate it is their social ideal. They want no Utopias."
"And surely why shouldn't one?" asked Mr. Direck, greatly struck by this idea. "Why should we always be tied by the fashions and periods of the past?" He rejected a rather Mephistopheles-like costume of crimson and a scheme for a brigand-like ensemble based upon what was evidently an old bolero of Mrs. Britling's, and after some reflection he accepted some black silk tights.
Direck heard him cross the hall and slam the door of the little parlour.... Mr. Direck had been stirred deeply by the tragic indignation of this explosion, and the ring of torment in Mr. Britling's voice. He had stood up also, but he did not follow his host. "It's his boy," said Mr. Direck at last, confidentially to the writing-desk. "How can one argue with him? It's just hell for him...."
Direck tried to indicate the feeling in New England towards the Irish Question and the many difficult propositions an American politician has to face in that respect. And when Mr. Britling took up the thread of speech again it had little or no relation to Mr. Direck's observations. "The psychology of all this recent insubordination and violence is curious.
Direck was suddenly reminded of a girl cousin of his who had been expelled from college for some particularly elaborate and aimless rioting.... "May I say something to you, Lady Frensham," said Mr. Britling, "that you have just said to me? Do you realise that this Carsonite campaign is dragging these islands within a measurable distance of civil war?"
He knew he was being preposterously unfair to America, and outrageously uncivil to a trusting guest; he knew he had no business now to end the talk in this violent fashion. But it was an enormous relief. And to mend matters No! He was glad he'd said these things.... He swung a shoulder to Mr. Direck, and walked out of the room.... Mr.
Britling regarded the interesting effort with a jaded, unloving eye. "You Americans," he said, "are the most extraordinary people in the world." "Our conditions are exceptional," said Mr. Direck. "You think they are," said Mr. Britling, and paused, and then began to deliver his soul about America in a discourse of accumulating bitterness.
The two little boys appeared suddenly at her elbows. "Shall we take the plates and get the strawberries, Mummy?" they asked simultaneously. Then one of the neat maids in the background had to be called up and instructed in undertones, and Mr. Direck saw that for the present Robinson's illuminating experience was not for her ears.
"Teddy my love!" Section 12 Letty was in the cottage struggling to hear and understand things too complicated for her emotion-crowded mind. There was something that Mr. Direck was trying to explain about a delayed telegram that had come soon after she had gone out. There was much indeed that Mr. Direck was trying to explain.
It seemed unreasonable that the boy anyhow shouldn't be in love with her.... It seemed unreasonable that any one shouldn't be in love with her.... Then Mr. Direck remarked that Cissie was watching Teddy's manoeuvres over her partner's shoulder with real affection and admiration.... But then most refreshingly she picked up Mr. Direck's gaze and gave him the slightest of smiles.
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