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Updated: June 13, 2025
Nedda was in the drive when he returned, gazing at a nymph set up there by Clara. It was a good thing, procured from Berlin, well known for sculpture, and beginning to green over already, as though it had been there a long time a pretty creature with shoulders drooping, eyes modestly cast down, and a sparrow perching on her head. "Well, Dad?" "They're coming." "When?"
Dark as the clouds had made the night, there was still the faint light of a moon somewhere behind. The leaves of the fruit-trees joined in the long, gentle hissing, and now and again rustled and sighed sharply; a cock somewhere, as by accident, let off a single crow. There were no stars. All was dark and soft as velvet. And Nedda thought: 'The world is dressed in living creatures!
The girl smiled till her eyes almost disappeared, and answered: "Yes, miss." "I'm Nedda Freeland, Miss Sheila's cousin. I've just come from Joyfields. How are you getting on?" "Fine, thank you, miss. Plenty of life here." Nedda thought: 'That's what Derek said of her. Bursting with life!
And seated next the little lawyer, whose eyes were fixed on Nedda, Felix was able to appreciate that in happier mood he exhaled almost exclusively the scent of lavender-water and cigars. On their way back to Becket, after the visit to Tryst, Felix and Nedda dropped Derek half-way on the road to Joyfields. They found that the Becket household already knew of the arrest.
"Yes," the warder proceeded, "some o' them we get look as if they didn't have a square meal outside from one year's end to the other. If you'll just wait a minute, miss, I'll fetch the man down to you." In a bare room with distempered walls, and bars to a window out of which she could see nothing but a high brick wall, Nedda waited.
And of how she had cut off Felix's long golden curls when he was four, and would have cried over it, if crying hadn't always been silly! And of how beautifully they had all had their measles together, so that she had been up with them day and night for about a fortnight. And of how it was a terrible risk with Derek and darling Nedda, not at all a wise match, she was afraid.
In this respect it was like the receptor that had gotten him into trouble. But as he put the small parts together, he felt a certain loneliness. A man Hoddan's age needs to have some girl admire him from time to time. If Nedda had been sitting cross-legged before him, listening raptly while he explained, Hoddan would probably have been perfectly happy. But she wasn't.
She would continue to be the Spears' housekeeper, she said, and wait for her daughter to return to Japan with "muchly honorable learning." During the hot weeks when Miss Campbell and the Motor Maids were sojourning in the mountains, old "great grandmama Nedda" had also passed into another sphere. Her ending was peaceful, they said; she had slipped quietly away one day at sunset.
When Nedda came back from a fruitless search for Tod, her bag was already in the little spare bedroom and Frances Freeland gone. The girl had never yet been alone with her aunt, for whom she had a fervent admiration not unmixed with awe.
And he stealthily tightened his white waistcoat a rite neglected of late; the garment seemed to him at the moment unnecessarily loose. "You have so much experience, Uncle. Do you think violent rebellion is ever justifiable?" "I do not." Nedda sighed. "I'm glad you think that," she murmured, "because I don't think it is, either.
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