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He did not know that the lamps on the upper corridor were unlighted. He went on into the darkness with unchanging step. She heard him in the bathroom. Pervin moved about almost unconsciously in his familiar surroundings, dark though everything was. He seemed to know the presence of objects before he touched them.
Bertie was a barrister and a man of letters, a Scotchman of the intellectual type, quick, ironical, sentimental, and on his knees before the woman he adored but did not want to marry. Maurice Pervin was different. He came of a good old country family the Grange was not a very great distance from Oxford.
Take off your wet things; I'll send them to be dried. 'And how are you both, in spirits? He doesn't fret? 'No no, not at all. No, on the contrary, really. We've been wonderfully happy, incredibly. It's more than I can understand so wonderful: the nearness, and the peace 'Ah! Well, that's awfully good news They moved away. Pervin heard no more.
Bertie went across to Maurice. 'How are you, Pervin, he said, as he advanced. The blind man stuck his hand out into space, and Bertie took it. 'Very fit. Glad you've come, said Maurice. Isabel glanced at them, and glanced away, as if she could not bear to see them. 'Come, she said. 'Come to table. Aren't you both awfully hungry? I am, tremendously.
A woman came in with a tray and after a few minutes Bertie came down. He was a little dark man, with a very big forehead, thin, wispy hair, and sad, large eyes. His expression was inordinately sad almost funny. He had odd, short legs. Isabel watched him hesitate under the door, and glance nervously at her husband. Pervin heard him and turned. 'Here you are, now, said Isabel. 'Come, let us eat.
'Shut up, for God's sake! cried Annie fiercely, as if in torture. 'Well, I'm about ready to go, Polly. Look sharp! said Muriel. The girls were all anxious to be off. They were tidying themselves hurriedly, with mute, stupefied faces. The Blind Man Isabel Pervin was listening for two sounds for the sound of wheels on the drive outside and for the noise of her husband's footsteps in the hall.
We're at tea. And she dragged forward a chair. 'No, I won't come in, said Isabel, 'I'm afraid I interrupt your meal. 'No no not likely, Madam, not likely. 'Hasn't Mr. Pervin come in, do you know? 'I'm sure I couldn't say! Missed him, have you, Madam? 'No, I only wanted him to come in, laughed Isabel, as if shyly. 'Wanted him, did ye? Get you, boy get up, now Mrs.
'Well, I shall miss yer, Freddy, boy, said the young doctor. 'And I shall miss thee, Jack, returned the other. 'Miss you like hell, mused the doctor. Fred Henry turned aside. There was nothing to say. Mabel came in again, to finish clearing the table. 'What are you going to do, then, Miss Pervin? asked Fergusson. 'Going to your sister's, are you?
No, I liked the drive it was like Perthshire. Well, how are you? You're looking fit as ever, as far as I can see. 'Oh, yes, said Isabel. 'I'm wonderfully well. How are you? Rather thin, I think 'Worked to death everybody's old cry. But I'm all right, Ciss. How's Pervin? isn't he here? 'Oh, yes, he's upstairs changing. Yes, he's awfully well.
It would be Mabel Pervin. His mind suddenly became alive and attentive. Why was she going down there? He pulled up on the path on the slope above, and stood staring. He could just make sure of the small black figure moving in the hollow of the failing day.
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