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Helen could not see who it was, but keeping her eyes fixed upon Rachel observed something which made her say to herself, "So it's Hewet." She drew on her gloves with a curious sense of the significance of the moment. Then she rose, for Mrs. Flushing had seen Hewet too, and was demanding information about rivers and boats which showed that the whole conversation would now come over again.
If there were any so sick or so surly as to prefer sedentary occupations on the night in question to spinning and watching others spin, the drawing-room and billiard-room were theirs. Hewet made it his business to conciliate the outsiders as much as possible. To Hirst's theory of the invisible chalk-marks he would pay no attention whatever.
Oh, I got scholarships everywhere Westminster King's. I'm now a fellow of King's. Don't it sound dreary? Two brothers and one sister. I'm a very distinguished young man," he added. "One of the three, or is it five, most distinguished men in England," Hewet remarked. "Quite correct," said Hirst. "That's all very interesting," said Helen after a pause.
But these comparisons did not rouse Hewet, who, after a careless glance round the room, fixed his eyes upon a thicket of native spears which were so ingeniously arranged as to run their points at you whichever way you approached them.
"Rachel," he repeated. "I have an aunt called Rachel, who put the life of Father Damien into verse. She is a religious fanatic the result of the way she was brought up, down in Northamptonshire, never seeing a soul. Have you any aunts?" "I live with them," said Rachel. "And I wonder what they're doing now?" Hewet enquired. "They are probably buying wool," Rachel determined.
The letters appear as addressed to the Countess of Bristol, to the Princess of Wales, to Mrs. Thistlethwayte, to Lady Rich, to Alexander Pope, to the Abbé Conti, to Miss Sarah Chiswell, to Mrs. Hewet, to Lady Mary's sister, the Countess of Mar, and others.
You could draw circles round the whole lot of them, and they'd never stray outside." "Mr. Hughling Elliot, Mrs. Hughling Elliot, Miss Allan, Mr. and Mrs. Thornbury one circle," Hirst continued. "Miss Warrington, Mr. Arthur Venning, Mr. Perrott, Evelyn M. another circle; then there are a whole lot of natives; finally ourselves." "Are we all alone in our circle?" asked Hewet.
Why not?" "But one has to make up one's mind," said Evelyn. "Or are you one of the people who doesn't believe in marriages and all that? Look here this isn't fair, I do all the telling, and you tell nothing. Perhaps you're the same as your friend" she looked at him suspiciously; "perhaps you don't like me?" "I don't know you," said Hewet. "I know when I like a person directly I see them!
But the really repulsive thing is that they feel nothing at all about what I do when I have a hot bath. They're gross, they're absurd, they're utterly intolerable!" So saying, and drawing no reply from Hewet, he proceeded to think about himself, about science, about Cambridge, about the Bar, about Helen and what she thought of him, until, being very tired, he was nodding off to sleep.
I propose that we should all sign a Round Robin, go to Rodriguez in a body, and insist upon a full enquiry. Something's got to be done, don't you agree?" Hewet remarked that there could be no doubt as to the lady's profession. "Still," he added, "it's a great shame, poor woman; only I don't see what's to be done " "I quite agree with you, St. John," Helen burst out. "It's monstrous.
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