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Of course Harry paid over the eight thousand pounds. Huggo took, "to start with," as he said, a tiny furnished flat in Bayswater. Rosalie installed him and his bride therein and left him, on their first night there, ever so gay, so confident, so happy. Her Huggo! In two months it all came out. Lawyers are notoriously lax in making their own wills.
It rather pained Rosalie that he showed not the smallest sign of regret at leaving home. Since there had come to her the "men that marry for a home" significance, that mirage in her face had much presented that mutinous and determined boy it often showed. Only the mother was there when she set out with Huggo. And then the sense of pain.
She looked down immediately upon her Huggo. Her hands, upon the ledge before her, were all the time clasped. Her eyes alternately were in her hands and on her Huggo. Her heart moved between her Huggo and her God. "You, Occleve, stand in a different position. . . ." She began to pray.
But they're in Harry's voice and twice he wipes his eyes. They're not in Huggo's. Harry says to Huggo: "I say, I'm not going to be harsh; but, I say, can't you understand the disgrace; can't you understand the shame, old man? You've been at the finest school in England and you've had to leave. You're sixteen. Old man, when I was sixteen I got my footer colours. I was the youngest chap in the team.
What I thought about Huggo this afternoon might perhaps be something what you mean. Harry, if it is, it's just the little man's way." "What was it you thought?" She maintained that movement of the fingers of her hand. "Why, only things I noticed; tiny things; nothings, I'm sure. Out shopping with me, Harry.
Huggo was dressed to the same pattern but his hat exactly suited his face which was thin and, by contrast with these others, old for his years. Rosalie wished somehow that Huggo's hat didn't suit so well; the imminent extinguisher look of theirs made them look such darling babies.
She wanted to say something. But it was the kind of thing you couldn't, somehow, say to Huggo, at fifteen. But she said it. "Huggo, you do love me, don't you?" He turned to her a face curiously thin-lipped. "Oh, I say, mother, do look out, some one might hear you!" Her Huggo!
"That'll be nice, won't it?" She made an appeal. "Harry, don't. I mean, don't talk like that. It won't happen." He softened in no degree. He said sternly: "It will happen." She persevered. "I'm quite sure it won't. You've only got to talk seriously to Huggo. This coming holidays you can get him some coaching. He's got brains." There was a steely note in Harry's voice: "Oh, he's got brains.
There was a chap with me watching you at the Riddle Club the other night told me some pretty fierce " "Oh, dash, I've left my fan," cried Doda, and turned and ran back up the stairs. Huggo called, "I say, Dods. I'm in a row. So'll you be one day, if you don't look out for yourself." Doda's voice: "Oh, dry up you fool!" Strike on! Her Doda!
Equal in endeavour, they were thereby made equal on every plane and in every taste. A reciprocating machine. That was it! At least that was how, profoundly satisfied with it, she thought it was. Then Benji came. There were attendant upon the expectation and the coming of Benji certain processes of mind that had not been with Huggo or with Doda.
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