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Updated: May 8, 2025
"I really don't see what my boys have got to do with the criminal classes," said Mrs. Eggelby resentfully. "They have been most carefully brought up, I can assure you that." "That shows that you were nervous as to how they would turn out," said Clovis. "Now, my mother never bothered about bringing me up.
"I have so enjoyed our little talk about Eric," he said; "I quite look forward to meeting him some day." "Good-bye," said Mrs. Eggelby frostily; the supplementary remark which she made at the back of her throat was "I'll take care that you never shall!" Kenelm Jerton entered the dining-hall of the Golden Galleon Hotel in the full crush of the luncheon hour.
Marion Eggelby sat talking to Clovis on the only subject that she ever willingly talked about her offspring and their varied perfections and accomplishments. Clovis was not in what could be called a receptive mood; the younger generation of Eggelby, depicted in the glowing improbable colours of parent impressionism, aroused in him no enthusiasm. Mrs.
I used to know the difference between the Sardinian dormouse and the ordinary kind, and whether the wry-neck arrives at our shores earlier than the cuckoo, or the other way round, and how long the walrus takes in growing to maturity; I daresay you knew all those sorts of things once, but I bet you've forgotten them." "Those things are not important," said Mrs. Eggelby, "but "
Shrubley and I move in very different circles," said Mrs. Eggelby stiffly. "No one who knows Hildegarde could possibly accuse her of moving in a circle," said Clovis; "her view of life seems to be a non-stop run with an inexhaustible supply of petrol. If she can get some one else to pay for the petrol so much the better.
Eggelby, on the other hand, was furnished with enthusiasm enough for two. "You would like Eric," she said, argumentatively rather than hopefully. Clovis had intimated very unmistakably that he was unlikely to care extravagantly for either Amy or Willie. "Yes, I feel sure you would like Eric. Every one takes to him at once.
She just saw to it that I got whacked at decent intervals and was taught the difference between right and wrong; there is some difference, you know, but I've forgotten what it is." "Forgotten the difference between right and wrong!" exclaimed Mrs. Eggelby. "Well, you see, I took up natural history and a whole lot of other subjects at the same time, and one can't remember everything, can one?
Of course if she ate it as a child of two weeks old it might have been her first illness and her last. But if that was the case I think you should have said so." "I must be going," said Mrs. Eggelby, in a tone which had been thoroughly sterilised of even perfunctory regret. Clovis rose with an air of graceful reluctance.
I don't mind confessing to you that she has taught me more than any other woman I can think of." "What kind of knowledge?" demanded Mrs. Eggelby, with the air a jury might collectively wear when finding a verdict without leaving the box. "Well, among other things, she's introduced me to at least four different ways of cooking lobster," said Clovis gratefully.
"Eric doesn't play bridge," said Mrs. Eggelby with dignity. "Doesn't he?" asked Clovis; "why not?" "None of my children have been brought up to play card games," said Mrs. Eggelby; "draughts and halma and those sorts of games I encourage. Eric is considered quite a wonderful draughts-player."
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