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"You should have consulted me, Doda." The child assumed the Huggo look. "Mother, how could I? They only asked me on the telephone at tea-time. How could I have consulted you?" "In the same way as you were invited. On the telephone." "Well, I never thought about it. Why should I if I had? I knew you'd have agreed. You wouldn't have stopped me, would you? It's dull enough, goodness knows."
A baby girl! A tiny woman-bud to be a woman with her in the house of Harry and of Huggo! A woman treasury into which she could pour her woman love! Her self's own self, whose earliest speech chose for herself her name her Doda! It all worked splendidly.
"Oh, mother!"; it seemed to her she was no sooner out from that than she was with that burly messenger, going with him, returning from him. There were days and nights walled up in weeks and months between these things, but that is how they seemed to Rosalie. The syndicate was laid by the heels, one here, one there, Huggo in France, very shortly after the warning that had put Huggo in flight.
She had questioned Harry about a letter in his post and, naming the headmaster of Tidborough, "Yes, it's from Hammond," he had answered her. "About Huggo?" "Yes, it's about Huggo." Nothing more. They were beginning to have exchanges terse as that. She said presently, "I suppose it would interest me, wouldn't it?" His face was very hard. "Do you want to know the answer I feel like giving to that?"
Ah, from that vision of him saying, "I know," and sighing, and from the mute appeal that then was in his eyes, from that strike on! Most retentive to her, as it had passed, of Huggo's share in all that episode had been that she from her expostulation with Huggo had not come away with the same satisfaction as seemingly had Harry.
"I've asked for it, haven't I, Harry?" "You shall have it. The answer is that I think what the letter says implicates you." She preserved her composure. She by now had had practice in preserving her composure. "What's the matter, Harry?" "Hammond says as good as says that Huggo will have to be withdrawn from Tidborough." She knew perfectly well that this was only leading up to something.
"It's Huggo." "Huggo?" "Huggo!" Like axes! He fought for words. When they came out they thudded out. "Do you know where Huggo's been this past month?" "With the Thorntons, his friends." "He's not. He's lied. He's been living with some blackguard friend in rooms in Turnhampton, in Buckinghamshire." "Harry! Doing what? Land-work?" "Land-work! Loafing! Drinking!" "Drinking? Huggo?" "Listen to me.
The two left early; they were going to a music hall. When they had gone Rosalie and Harry looked at one another across the table and by their look exchanged a great deal. "That's a detestable companion for Huggo," Harry said. "Rosalie, there's been enough of this. The boy must get to work." It appeared, in interviews following that evening, that Huggo was not a bit keen on the Oxford idea.
Benjamin she told Harry he must be named; Benji she always called him. Huggo and Doda and Benji! Her children! Her darling ones, her lovely ones! Children!
She put before the boy how terribly his father had felt the shame of it, how almost broken-hearted he had been. "He idolises you, Huggo. You're always his eldest son. He thinks the world of you." Huggo took it all with that familiar air of his of being the party that was aggrieved. He listened with impatience that was not concealed and he had no contrition to display. "Well, mother, it's all over.
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