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Updated: May 31, 2025
In fact, there was one horrid moment at the depot when it looked as if the Special Correspondent would be smuggled through under Viola's protection. "You see, Furny," she said, "nobody's going to stop me. Nobody wants to stop me." At last we got off, and early in the afternoon we were in Bruges.
And I saw him look at her with a grave and tender assurance, as a man looks at the woman he loves when he knows that the hour of his triumph is her hour. And I thought even then: It's nothing. It's only that she's glad the poor chap has pulled it off. Then she said: "Let's all go and dine somewhere together. You don't mind, Furny dear, do you? I'll take it home and sit up with it."
I can see her standing in the postern doorway and saying these things and then giving me her hand and holding mine tight, while she shook her head at me and smiled that little baffling smile that seemed to come up flickering from her depths of wisdom on purpose to put me in the wrong. "The trouble with you, Furny," she said, "is that you're much too good."
But he only said sadly, "You oughtn't to have brought her, Furny. But I suppose you couldn't stop her." I said, No, I couldn't stop her. But I hadn't brought her. She had brought me. We sat on till the lounge was open to the guests of the hotel. And when the war-correspondents began to drop in I saw that Jevons was uneasy. "D'you mind if I turn in, old man?" he said.
When I told her that it wasn't likely that Jimmy would stay in Zele when it was burning she said that I didn't know Jimmy, and anyhow it was there that she was going. Suddenly Viola sat up very straight. "Furny, is that guns I hear, or thunder?" I said it was guns. A deep and solemn booming came from before and behind us and on either side, east and west.
If you think you're any more comfort to the wounded than you are to Furny and me I can tell you you're mistaken. There was a poor devil at Lokeren the other day with a bullet in his stomach who told me he didn't mind his wounds and he didn't mind the Germans; what worried him was the lady being there when he wasn't able to defend her."
She tilted her chin at that and said she didn't want anybody to defend her. "Perhaps you don't, but what would you think of a man who didn't want to defend you? What would you think of Furny and me if we wanted you to be here?" "I should like you to want me," she said. "No, my dear child, you wouldn't. You don't know what you're saying." And then he said, "I know better than you do what you want.
What a man wants to set him off is landscape, Furny, landscape. You should see me on the goose-green at Amershott towards post-time." Well, I did see him on the goose-green towards post-time, and I saw what he meant. It was really as if I'd never seen him before properly. Heavens, how he stood out! It was as if a stage had been cleared for him, and for the figure he cut. He was quite right.
And here he was, in a passion still, ramping up and down that private room he had at his club, and saying, "Damn my powerful pen, Furny! Damn my powerful pen!" The whole system, he said, was rotten. He'd a good mind to expose it. He'd expose it in the papers. That was the use he'd make of his powerful pen. See how they'd like that.
"No, Furny dear, she didn't tell me a thing. It was your face." "Don't you believe her," Jimmy said. "Your face hasn't anything to do with it. Your face is a tomb of secrets a beautiful, white tomb. And you are all rectitude and discretion. We knew it ages ago." "How could you possibly know it, when I didn't?" "Were we as obvious as all that?" "I didn't say you were obvious. I said It was."
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