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"Tell me all that you are doing NOW," she said to him one afternoon when she had got him to herself during his first visit to Chexington Manor. "How do you like Cambridge? Are you making friends? Have you joined that thing the Union, is it? and delivered your maiden speech? If you're for politics, Poff, that's your game. Have you begun it?"
I made my frozen flight from him, I slammed a door on him, and he thrust his paw through a panel as though it had been paper and clawed for me. The paw got longer and longer.... "I screamed so loudly that my father came up from his study. "I remember that he took me in his arms. "'It's only a big sort of pussy, Poff, he said. 'FELIS TIGRIS. FELIS, you know, means cat. "But I knew better.
"I've done all I can for you, planned for you, given all my time for you and I've BORED you." "Mother!" "Don't come near me, Poff! Don't TOUCH me! All my plans. All my ambitions. Friends every one. You don't know all I've given up for you...." He had never seen his mother weep before. Her self-abandonment amazed him. Her words were distorted by her tears.
There was a pause and then his mother's voice came, flattened by disappointment. "Very well then, little Poff. Perhaps I shall see you to-morrow." He replaced the receiver and fretted back into his study, where the notes on aristocracy lay upon his desk, the notes he had been pretending to work over all the morning. "Damned liar!" he said, and then, "Dirty liar!"
"There are few men, Poff, who would not envy you your opportunities," he said. "You have the Feast of Life spread out at your feet.... I hope you have had yourself put up for the Athenaeum. They say it takes years. When I was a young man and ambitious I thought that some day I might belong to the Athenaeum.... One has to learn...."
"Amanda seems to like that dark boy, Poff; what is his name? Sir Philip Easton?" said Lady Marayne. Benham looked at her with a slightly hostile intelligence, and said nothing. "When a man takes a wife, he has to keep her," said Lady Marayne. "No," said Benham after consideration. "I don't intend to be a wife-herd." "What?" "Wife-herd same as goat-herd."
He was in the hall, the door stood open awaiting packing-cases from a van without. In the open doorway she shone, looking the smallest of dainty things. There was no effect of her coming but only of her having arrived there, as a little blue butterfly will suddenly alight on a flower. "Well, Poff!" said Lady Marayne, ignoring abysses, "What are you up to now, Poff? Come and embrace me...."
"Coarse, you are sometimes, Poff nowadays." "It's exactly what I mean. I can understand the kind of curator's interest an Oriental finds in shepherding a large establishment, but to spend my days looking after one person who ought to be able to look after herself " "She's very young." "She's quite grown up. Anyhow I'm not a moral nursemaid." "If you leave her about and go abroad "
What sort of people can they be to drag in a passing young man? I suppose this girl of theirs goes out every evening Was she painted, Poff?" She whipped him with her questions as though she was slashing his face. He became dead-white and grimly civil, answering every question as though it was the sanest, most justifiable inquiry. "Of course I don't know who they are. How should I know?
Lady Marayne, still in flight from that pause, went off at a tangent. "Poff, my dear," she said, "I've had a diving-board put at the deep end of the pond." The remark hung unanswered for a moment. The transition had been too quick for Benham's state of mind. "Do you swim, Mr. Prothero?" the lady asked, though a moment before she had determined that she would never ask him a question again.
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