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Rhoda withdrew sniffing. The man looked Midmore over in silence, then jerked a thumb towards the door. 'I reckon she told you who I be, he began. 'I'm the only farmer you've got. Nothin' goes off my place 'thout it walks on its own feet. What about my pig-pound? 'Well, what about it? said Midmore. 'That's just what I be come about. The County Councils are getting more particular.
Such pagan delights as these were followed by pagan sloth of evenings when men and women elsewhere are at their brightest. But Midmore preferred to lie out on a yellow silk couch, reading works of a debasing vulgarity; or, by invitation, to dine with the Sperrits and savages of their kidney. These did not expect flights of fancy or phrasing.
'The carpet bein' up does make a difference. Thank you, sir, I will 'ave a set-down. ''Right over the drive now, said Midmore. He opened the window and leaned out. 'Is that wind up the valley, Rhoda? 'No, that's it! But I've seen it before. There was not so much a roar as the purposeful drive of a tide across a jagged reef, which put down every other sound for twenty minutes.
As for Daphne ... he opened at random on the words: 'His lordship then did as desired and disclosed a tableau of considerable strength and variety. Midmore reflected: 'And I used to think.... But she wasn't.... We were all babblers and skirters together.... I didn't babble much thank goodness but I skirted. He turned the pages backward for more Sortes Surteesianae, and read: 'When at length they rose to go to bed it struck each man as he followed his neighbour upstairs, that the man before him walked very crookedly. He laughed aloud at the fire.
Midmore, having that summer embraced a creed which denied the existence of death, naturally could not stoop to burial; but Midmore had to leave London for the dank country at a season when Social Regeneration works best through long, cushioned conferences, two by two, after tea.
'And you'll come to tea with me to-morrow? she asked, after lunch, nibbling cashew nuts from a saucer. Midmore replied that there were great arrears of work to overtake when a man had been put away for so long. 'But you've come back like a giant refreshed.... I hope that Daphne' this was the lady of the twelve and the eight-page letter 'will be with us too.
'They'd be grown up by now if there was, wouldn't they? But you can't spend all your days considerin' 'is interests. That's what gave your pore aunt 'er indigestion. 'Ave you seen the gun-room? Midmore held strong views on the immorality of taking life for pleasure. But there was no denying that the late Colonel Werf's seventy-guinea breechloaders were good at their filthy job.
'That's the 'unt comin' 'ome, Rhoda explained. 'Your pore dear auntie always let 'em use our drive for a short cut after the Colonel died. The Colonel wouldn't so much because he preserved; but your auntie was always an 'orsewoman till 'er sciatica. 'Isn't there some one who can rake it over or or something? said Midmore vaguely. 'Oh yes.
Even a month ago Midmore would have told them all that he knew and Rhoda had dropped about Sidney's forms of self-expression. Now, for some strange reason, he was content to let the talk run on from village to metropolitan and world drama. Rhoda advised him after the visitors left that 'if he wanted to do that again' he had better go up to town.
'Of course I have. I notice every 'Oh, she went on hurriedly. 'We had it for the village cantata last winter "The Brides of Enderby." 'No! "High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire." For some reason Midmore spoke sharply. 'Just like that. She pointed to the befouled walls. 'I say.... Let's get this furniture a little straight.... You know it too? 'Every word, since you sang it of course.
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