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He had not been merely passive, but his efforts to break away into creative realities had added to rather than diminished his accumulating sense of futility. The natural development of his position under the influence of Lady Marayne had enormously enlarged the circle of his acquaintances.
"I have never been across a horse in my life, Lady Marayne." "Tut, tut," said Sir Godfrey. "Why! it's the best of exercise. Every man ought to ride. Good for the health. Keeps him fit. Prevents lodgments. Most trouble due to lodgments." "I've never had a chance of riding. And I think I'm afraid of horses." "That's only an excuse," said Lady Marayne.
Benham was smoking cigarettes Lady Marayne, in the first warmth of his filial devotion, had prohibited his pipe and reading Webb's INDUSTRIAL DEMOCRACY. "Hello!" he said coldly, scarcely looking up, and continued to read that absorbing work. "I keep on thinking how I jumped down from that damned dog-cart," said Prothero, without any preface. "It didn't matter in the least," said Benham distantly.
This point of view became very inopportunely dominant in Benham's mind when he was lunching TETE A TETE with Mrs. Skelmersdale at her flat.... The ensuing intimacy was of an entirely concealed and respectable nature, but a certain increased preoccupation in his manner set Lady Marayne thinking. He had as a matter of fact been taken by surprise.
Skelmersdale," he said after a little pause. "It's all the same. Who is she?" "She's a woman I met at a studio somewhere, and I went with her to one of those Dolmetsch concerts." He stopped. Lady Marayne considered him in silence for a little while. "All men," she said at last, "are alike. Husbands, sons and brothers, they are all alike. Sons! One expects them to be different.
Perhaps it was only the innate eagerness of Lady Marayne which made her feel disappointed in her son's outlook upon life. He did not choose among his glittering possibilities, he did not say what he was going to be, proconsul, ambassador, statesman, for days. And he talked VAGUELY of wanting to do something fine, but all in a fog.
She dominated the scene, and Lady Marayne, with a certain astonishment in her eyes and a smouldering disposition to irony, was the half-sympathetic, half-resentful priestess of her daughter-in-law's unparalleled immolation.
She was, however, unable to marry him because he died at Wiesbaden only three days after the Reverend Harold Benham obtained his decree absolute. Instead, therefore, being a woman of great spirit, enterprise and sweetness, she married Godfrey Marayne, afterwards Sir Godfrey Marayne, the great London surgeon.
He did not shoot, he did not hunt, he did not go to Scotland for the grouse, he did not belong, and Lady Marayne ought to have seen that he did not belong to the class that does these things. "You ride much, Mr. Prothero?" Billy conceived a suspicion that these innocent inquiries were designed to emphasize a contrast in his social quality. But he could not be sure.
The high road ran along the far side of the pond "And it didn't wear a hedge or anything," said Lady Marayne. "That was what they didn't quite like. Swimming in an undraped pond...." Prothero had been examined enough. Now he must be entertained. She told stories about the village people in her brightest manner.
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