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Assuring her she should have it all her own way, Vassie got her out of the room and upstairs, while Katie heated water for a stone bottle to be put at her feet. Ishmael and Boase went into the parlour and sat down with grave faces. "I don't understand it at all, Padre," said Ishmael. "This isn't a bit like her. Of course, she's always been funny, but she's never done a thing like this."
Nothing in the world but ordinary social intercourse between young and gay people who met as equals, intercourse such as poor Ishmael had never known under his own roof before.... And they all made a fuss of him: John-James actually said something approving, if difficult to follow, about his farming; Vassie beamed on him not only for his friend's sake; the Parson drew him out he felt himself a host, and responded to the sensation.
But Vassie said if you thought it was the right thing to do by her you'd do it." Boase had as little vanity as any man, but it was pleasurably pricked by this. Also he still reproached himself. "John-James," he began almost diffidently, "you mustn't talk like that about bastards as though it made any difference to me.
Conceited creatures, the most of them. I mean to pick and choose. And I mean Ishmael to help me." "Oh, Vassie, how?" came from the wide-eyed listener on the bed. "Why, I shall make him bring his school friends down, of course. They're all gentlemen. And then I shall make them fall in love with me." "But won't they be a lot younger than you, Vassie? You're three years older'n Ishmael."
Mingled with the swift appreciation of the humour of himself as tutor to the arrogant Vassie was a pang of reproachful conscience. "What does your mother say?" he temporised; "and Vassie?" "Mother's willen, only she did say you was so took up with the lil'un you wouldn't take no account of Vassie, seeing she'm only a bastard like the rest of us.
Archelaus had gone beyond her clutch, Tom she knew would evade her, John-James she, like Ishmael, found unresponsive. As for girls, she placed them below any male creature. She loved Vassie far more than she did Ishmael, if she could be said to love him at all, but nevertheless he was a son.
You know, there's no one I'm really friends with, only Vassie and you, and I shan't see her any more now. And you never come near me...." Ishmael felt a guilty pang as he realised this was true; he cast about to lead the talk elsewhere. "You were great friends with Archelaus while he was at Botallack last autumn, I've heard," he said teasingly.
From these hollows he came up again as a man comes floating into consciousness after chloroform recalled by a sense of pain. He had one of these spaces just after Vassie had been buried, and all the time he was consoling Dan's frantic and noisy sorrow he was feeling a hypocrite, because, so he told himself, he really did not care.
He married the daughter of a rich draper in "the wholesale" and as soon as he could afford it he dropped all doubtful practices and became strictly honest in his profession. Of all the family, Vassie, who had started out with a more defined character than the others, was the least changed. She was eminently successful had been ever since she met Flynn and determined to marry him.
One wet afternoon Vassie found she was not in the house, though when she had slipped out no one could say.
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