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"How does the drapery department compare?" said Agnes sweetly. The girl gave a sharp choking sound, gathered up her parcels, and left them. Rickie was too much disgusted with his wife to speak. "Appalling person!" she gasped. "It was naughty of me, but I couldn't help it. What a dreadful fate for a clever man! To fail in life completely, and then to be thrown back on a family like that!"
But all was richer, larger, and more beautiful the valley of the Avon below Amesbury. "I've been asleep!" said Rickie, in awestruck tones. "Never!" said the other facetiously. "Pleasant dreams?" "Perhaps I'm really tired of apologizing to you. How long have you been holding me on?" "All in the day's work." He gave him back the reins. "Where's that round hill?" "Gone where the good niggers go.
There broke from him a cry, not of horror but of acceptance. For one short moment he understood. "Stephen " he began, and then he heard his own name called: "Rickie! Rickie!" Agnes hurried from her post on the margin, and, as if understanding also, caught him to her breast.
And Rickie remembering whose son he was, gradually adopted her opinion. He, too, came to be glad that his brother had passed from him untried, that the symbolic moment had been rejected. Stephen was the fruit of sin; therefore he was sinful, He, too, became a sexual snob. And now he must hear the unsavoury details. That evening they sat in the walled garden.
"I maintain," said Rickie it was a verb he clung to, in the hope that it would lend stability to what followed "I maintain that one can like many more people than one supposes." "And I maintain that you hate many more people than you pretend." "I hate no one," he exclaimed with extraordinary vehemence, and the dell re-echoed that it hated no one.
She moaned. "He is gone where is he?" and then he replied quite quietly, "He is in heaven." She begged him not to comfort her; she could not bear it. "I did not come to comfort you. I came to see that you mind. He is in heaven, Agnes. The greatest thing is over." Her hatred was lulled. She murmured, "Dear Rickie!" and held up her hand to him.
"Father's house," as Rickie called it, only had three rooms, but these were full of books and pictures and flowers; and the flowers, instead of being squashed down into the vases as they were in mummy's house, rose gracefully from frames of lead which lay coiled at the bottom, as doubtless the sea serpent has to lie, coiled at the bottom of the sea.
Or" he suggested it as an alternative to imagination "or you might get inside life. It's worth doing." "Life?" echoed Rickie anxiously. He looked round the pleasant room, as if life might be fluttering there like an imprisoned bird. Then he looked at the editor: perhaps he was sitting inside life at this very moment. "See life, Mr. Elliot, and then send us another story." He held out his hand.
At the most it would be half hidden; at the least the tip would show behind the swelling barrier of earth. They passed two elder-trees a great event. The bare patch, said Stephen, was owing to the gallows. Rickie nodded. He had lost all sense of incident.
And so Rickie deflected his enthusiasms. Hitherto they had played on gods and heroes, on the infinite and the impossible, on virtue and beauty and strength. Now, with a steadier radiance, they transfigured a man who was dead and a woman who was still alive. Love, say orderly people, can be fallen into by two methods: through the desires, through the imagination.
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